Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me like that
I exercise fitness, to support my back
It's going on black, and I'm out to get
Bust in the with a New York rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't know the time is
Mess around with the one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, the smoke and the blunts
Killin big bids a gangsta hunt
front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and like likes Pits
'cause I flex with a Polo my wrist
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me on cats
Now that I'm back, puttin Brooklyn on the map
'cause you this camera's on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I master
The of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You you neen, I bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough
To my enemies off the map, If they try to attack...

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Oh Sweet America, how it be?
Can't see my people dying in the no more
Got to hustle from the just to feed the poor
Understanding what's right, what's wrong
*(second time, the last gets left out)*

The Nutcracker}
Yo I the mic, when I take flight
Plus my styles real hype, and I'm feeling
So go the flow, let's see what all of you know
I like G.I. Joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you know it's that time
My people losing their mind, off the Home rhyme
Murdering crime, people on the streets for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding on the creep
Who care? I guess everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, the worst is near
The Home is here, open your ears and stand clear
Crack your bears, we've been doing this for

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{Lil
How could it be? 'cause if you bust for me, I have to for you
These old school rules, got me spittin at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and back to the time
When cats were scarred to to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their beaters
Block with heaters, no crooked to feed us
It's 7 in a week, 12 months in a year
But the nonsense we'll drop a jewel this year
Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and mc's to rock
And with fear, keepin my momentum in gears
Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in ear
and beyond, Group Home are bombing ya, son
My number one, no competion

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