Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise fitness, to support my back
going 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 around with the one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, the smoke and the blunts
Killin big bids offa a hunt
Don't front, what do you want? I a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and like likes Pits
'cause I flex with a Polo around my
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the got me flippin on cats
Now I'm back, puttin Brooklyn down on the map
you know this 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 fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You bust you neen, I bust my 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 people in the streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom to feed the poor
what's right, realizing what's wrong
*(second time, the last line gets out)*

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

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{Lil
How could it be? 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
cats were scarred to death to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their dick
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 your open, stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to
And with fear, keepin my momentum in gears
Excess is near, my niggas can it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Home are bombing ya, son
My number one, no competion

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