Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my
It's on black, and I'm out to get mines
Bust in the place with a New rhyme
Yo some are mindless, and don't know what the time is
Mess with the wrong one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, offa the and the blunts
big bids offa a gangsta hunt
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 with a Polo around my wrist
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the got me flippin on cats
Now I'm back, puttin Brooklyn down on the map
'cause you know this on me, and my sons right now
our sounds, watch how we Tear Shit Down
I blow a catastrophe, I master thee
The game of rap, so don't with Dap, I dance with my track
You you neen, I bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp thumbtacks, with enough contacts
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 dying in the streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom just to the poor
what's right, realizing what's wrong
*(second time, the last line left out)*

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

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{Lil
How it be? 'cause if you bust for me, I have to bust for you
old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and going to the time
When cats were scarred to death to even say they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to their dick beaters
Block with heaters, no crooked to feed us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a
But between the nonsense drop a jewel this year
Keep eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving to rock
And walk with fear, my momentum in gears
is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Home are bombing ya, son
My number one, no competion

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