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
in the place with a New York rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't know what the is
Mess around with the one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, offa the and the blunts
Killin big bids a gangsta hunt
Don't front, what do you want? I push a with a stunt
We got out of hits, and like George likes Pits
'cause I with a Polo around my wrist
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on
Now I'm back, puttin Brooklyn down on the map
'cause you know this camera's on me, and my sons now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I thee
The of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You you neen, I bust my nena back
sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To my enemies 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 from the bottom just to feed the poor
Understanding what's right, realizing wrong
*(second time, the last gets left out)*

{Melachi The
Yo I salute the mic, I take flight
Plus my styles hype, and I'm feeling allright
So go with the flow, see what all of you know
I flip like G.I. Joe, mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you know it's about that
My people losing their mind, off the Group rhyme
crime, people on the streets playing for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the
Who care? I guess everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the worst is
The Group Home is here, open your ears and stand
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 rules, got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm hard and serious and going back to the time
When were scarred to death to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, had to throw their dick beaters
Block with heaters, no crooked to feed us
7 days in a week, 12 months in a year
But between the nonsense we'll drop a this year
Keep your eyes open, off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving to rock
And walk with fear, keepin my in gears
Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in ear
2000 and beyond, Group Home are ya, son
My number one, no competion

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