Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

Yo, scandalize mine
I too much time
talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who there?

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

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 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 fault your ass is on the
Got your chin by my fam
Who you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out a glass of tea

yet, oatmeal cookies
Y'all just 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 talk is sheddin'
All over your game them shorties who claim

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

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

Most crews are post current while we're
beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated 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 gettin' your fuck on tonight
Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if 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 on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, where my Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
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
city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh,