Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

Yo, don't scandalize
I spent too much
Straight talk with the catch to my line walk
fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?

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

we rockin' it, I'll rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the 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 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 thought you harm, you see
I'm out like a glass of tea

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

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

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

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

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

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' fuck 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 broke niggaz on the holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, I Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had to buy more land, plant corn
kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set is gonna get my ass to be hostile

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar
Big moneys make the big
Keep hip hop alive, just an intermission
Back to the half of the feature flick
stacks and fuck rap

I had a name for makin' paper since mache
Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for
While you broke niggaz reach drunk quicker
You make enough bread to soak up all your liquor

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

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

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

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

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

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