Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Sweet America

{Melachi The
Aiyo, New tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to my back
It's going on black, and I'm out to get
Bust in the with a New York rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't know the time is
Mess around with the one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the
big bids offa a gangsta hunt
Don't front, what do you want? I a trick with a stunt
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, puttin down on the map
'cause you know this camera's on me, and my sons now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Tear Down
I cause a catastrophe, I master thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck Dap, I dance with my track
You bust you neen, I bust my nena
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough
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 dying in the no more
Got to hustle from the bottom to feed the poor
Understanding right, realizing what's wrong
*(second time, the last line left out)*

{Melachi The
Yo I salute the mic, I take 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 know it's about time
My people losing their mind, off the Home rhyme
Murdering crime, on the streets playing for keeps
new jeeps, riding thru on the creep
Who I guess that everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, 'cause the is near
The Home is here, open your ears and stand clear
Crack your bears, we've doing this for years

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{Lil
How it be? 'cause if you bust for me, I have to bust for you
These old rules, got me spittin 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 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 we'll drop a this year
Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving to rock
And walk with fear, keepin my momentum in
Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in ear
2000 and beyond, Group Home are ya, son
My crew one, no competion

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