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
Bust in the place with a New rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't what the time is
around 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 with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and like George Pits
'cause I flex a Polo around my wrist
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me on cats
Now that I'm back, puttin Brooklyn on the map
'cause you know camera's on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Shit Down
I blow a catastrophe, I master thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance my track
You you neen, I bust my nena back
sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To blow my enemies off the map, If try to attack...

2X: Lil Dap

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

{Melachi The
Yo I the mic, when I take flight
Plus my styles real hype, and I'm feeling
So go with the flow, let's see 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 losing their mind, off the Group Home rhyme
crime, people on the streets playing for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the
Who I guess that everyone is scarred
be preparred, 'cause the worst is near
The Group Home is here, open ears and stand clear
Crack bears, we've been doing this for years

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{Lil
How could it be? if you bust for me, I have to bust for you
These old school rules, got me lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and back to the time
When cats were scarred to to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to throw dick beaters
parties with heaters, no crooked to feed us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 in a year
But between the nonsense drop a jewel this year
your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to
And walk with fear, my momentum 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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