Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

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

Yo, the squeeze of five fingers
Smokey the bear
Shinin' black Darth Vader caps
on stare

While we rockin' it, rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball the spray can
three coats
For child, woman and man

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

It ain't my your ass is on the asphalt
Got your chin by my fam
Who you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out a glass of tea

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

Why Maseo be gettin' high
Since Luke was Skywalk
Man, my topic of is sheddin' shame
All over your game like them who claim

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

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

Most crews are post while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, by all ages
from the you and I versity
Of hitters, for real

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

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

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

Rockwilder the beat, top defeat
Big moneys the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, it's an intermission
Back to the second half of the flick
Dick and fuck rap

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

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

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

Took all my goodies out from the tree
Except the
Of shiny suit rappers and M C's
Who fail at it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know, no wack get no play in our homes
You need to not get with me
Or we gon' relax your mind
Let your conscious be

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

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