Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New York tracks, me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to my back
It's going on black, and I'm out to get
Bust in the place with a New York
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 offa a gangsta
front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and 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 camera's on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I thee
The game of rap, so fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You you neen, I bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with contacts
To blow my off the map, If they try to attack...

2X: Lil Dap

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

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

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{Lil
How could it be? 'cause if you for me, I have to bust for you
These old school rules, got me spittin at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and going back to the
When cats were to death to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, had to throw their dick beaters
Block parties with heaters, no crooked to us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a
But the nonsense we'll drop a jewel this year
your eyes open, stoppin 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 can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Home are bombing ya, son
My crew number one, no

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