Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

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

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

While we rockin' it, rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball the spray can
Providing coats
For child, woman 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 chin touched by my fam
Who thought you harm, you see
I'm iced out 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 Luke was Skywalk
Man, my topic of is sheddin' shame
All over your game like them who claim

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

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

Most are post current while we're forever
beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
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' 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 corner me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

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

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

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

from God to God damn
Damn God, killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest a mil' in it
Rap cats talk no will in it

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

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

Man, you know, no wack poems get no in our homes
You need to not get with me
Or else we gon' relax 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 shot or
Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can
Oooh, oooh, oooh,