Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

Party people, your have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up and let's get ill, right y'all
We than rough, we callin' your bluff
And it comes to rhymes
(Brick city)

Yo, don't scandalize
I spent too time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who there?

Yo, it's the of five fingers
Puffin' Smokey the
Shinin' black Darth Vader caps
on stare

While we rockin' it, rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little inside the spray can
Providing three
For both child, and man

God bless the God, lay these streets wall to
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh,

It ain't my fault your ass is on the
Got your touched by my fam
Who thought you harm, you see
I'm out like a glass of tea

Better yet, oatmeal
Y'all rookies to me
Slidin' up and the court
But I think you can D

Why try? Maseo be high
Since was Luke Skywalk
Man, my topic of talk is shame
All over your game them shorties who claim

That Afrocentric is the past drug
A filled with (unverified) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your
While it muffles your

Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the on hold
'Cause if you don't, you'll see the come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to

crews are post current while we're forever
Direct beats contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated the you and I versity
Of hitters, for real

I got in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on
go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo and to my broke on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me
I had plans to buy land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar
Big moneys the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, it's just an
Back to the second half of the feature
Dick stacks and rap

I had a name for makin' paper since paper
Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for
While you broke niggaz reach drunk much
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your

Went God to God damn
Damn God, you're it
Should incorporate it, invest a mil' in it
Rap cats with no will in it

Soundin' they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my got robbed
(Shh, shh, shh, shh)
did a job

Took all my goodies out from the tree
the CD's
Of suit rappers and flossin' M C's
Who fail at takin' it to degrees

Man, you know, no wack poems get no in our homes
You to not get nappy with me
Or else we relax your mind
Let your be free

Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
To my women that'll throw they hands against punk ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, if you never shot or stabbed
Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, I gotta a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh,