Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my
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 wrong one, and get
I'm gettin fired, the smoke and the blunts
Killin big 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 flex with a Polo my wrist
changed...

{Lil
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on
Now that I'm back, Brooklyn down on the map
'cause you know this camera's on me, and my sons 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 with my
You bust you neen, I my nena back
Rhymes sharp thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To my enemies off the map, If they try to attack...

2X: Lil Dap

Oh Sweet America, how it be?
see my people 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 gets left out)*

{Melachi The
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 all of you know
I like G.I. Joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you it's about that time
My people losing mind, off the Group Home rhyme
crime, people on the streets playing for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding on the creep
Who care? I guess that is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the is near
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 have to for you
These old school rules, got me lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and going back to the
When cats were scarred to death to even say that they
'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 we'll drop a jewel this year
Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we
Poppin your clutch, and starving to rock
And walk with fear, keepin my in gears
Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in ear
and beyond, Group Home are bombing ya, son
My crew one, no competion

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