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 York
Yo people 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 offa a gangsta hunt
Don't front, what do you want? I a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and George likes Pits
'cause I flex with a Polo around my
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad in the game got me flippin on cats
Now that I'm back, puttin Brooklyn on the map
'cause you know this camera's on me, and my right now
Pimpin our sounds, how we Tear Shit Down
I cause 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 like thumbtacks, with contacts
To my enemies off the map, If they 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 line gets out)*

The Nutcracker}
Yo I salute the mic, when I take
Plus my styles hype, and I'm feeling allright
So go with the flow, let's see 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 Group Home
Murdering crime, people on the streets for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the
Who I guess that everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the worst is
The Group Home is here, your ears and stand clear
Crack your bears, we've doing this for years

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{Lil
How could it be? 'cause if you bust for me, I to bust for you
old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm thinking and serious and going back to the time
When cats were to death to even say that they rhyme
'cause it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their beaters
Block parties with heaters, no crooked to us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a
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, keepin my in gears
is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Home are bombing ya, son
My crew one, no competion

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