Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

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

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the got me flippin on cats
Now that I'm back, Brooklyn down on the map
'cause you know this on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I master
The game of rap, so fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You bust you neen, I bust my back
Rhymes like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To blow my off the map, If they try to attack...

2X: Lil Dap

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

{Melachi The
Yo I salute the mic, I take flight
my styles real hype, and I'm feeling allright
So go with the flow, let's see all of you know
I flip G.I. Joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you it's about that time
My people losing their mind, off the Group Home
Murdering crime, people on the streets playing for
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the
Who I guess that everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the worst is
The Group Home is here, open your ears and clear
Crack your bears, been doing this for years

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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 lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and going to the time
When cats scarred to death to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their dick
Block parties heaters, no crooked to feed us
It's 7 in a week, 12 months in a year
But between the nonsense drop a jewel this year
Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends we rock
Poppin clutch, and starving mc's to rock
And with fear, keepin my momentum in gears
is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Group Home are ya, son
My crew one, no competion

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