Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my
It's going on black, and I'm out to get
Bust in the place with a New York
Yo people are mindless, and don't know what the time is
Mess with the wrong one, and get expired
I'm fired, offa the smoke 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 town hits, and like George likes
'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 down on the map
'cause you know this camera's on me, and my sons now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Tear Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my
You bust you neen, I bust my nena
sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To blow my off the map, If they try to attack...

2X: Lil Dap

Oh America, how could it be?
see my people dying in the streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom to feed the poor
Understanding what's right, realizing wrong
*(second time, the last line left out)*

{Melachi The
Yo I salute the mic, when I flight
Plus my styles real hype, and I'm allright
So go with the flow, see what all of you know
I like G.I. Joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you know it's about time
My people losing their mind, off the Home rhyme
Murdering crime, on the streets playing for keeps
new jeeps, riding thru on the creep
Who care? I guess everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the is near
The Home is here, open your ears and stand clear
Crack bears, we've 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
old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and and going back to the time
When cats were scarred to death to 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 days in a week, 12 months in a
But between the nonsense we'll a jewel this year
Keep your open, stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin clutch, and starving mc's to rock
And with fear, keepin my momentum in gears
Excess is near, my can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Group Home are ya, son
My crew number one, no

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