Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

Party people, dreams 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 to rhymes
(Brick city)

Yo, don't scandalize
I too much time
Straight talk with the catch to my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes

Yo, it's the squeeze of five
Puffin' the bear
Shinin' black Darth Vader caps
They on

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

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

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

Better yet, cookies
Y'all rookies to me
Slidin' up and the court
But I don't you can D

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

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

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 extra for
Flashy faces with lips for that ass to kiss

Most crews are current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all
Graduated from the you and I
Of hard hitters, for

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

Yo, put your hands opposite to the if you're 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 to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard wetbacks
Set backs is get my ass to be hostile

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar
Big moneys the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, it's just an
to the second half of the feature 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 niggaz reach much quicker
You don't make bread to soak up all your liquor

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

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

Took all my goodies out under the tree
Except the
Of suit rappers and flossin' M C's
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme

Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our
You need to not get nappy me
Or we gon' 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 they ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, if you been shot or stabbed
Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can
Oooh, oooh, oooh,