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 comes to
(Brick city)

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

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

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

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

It ain't my fault 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
Slidin' up and down the
But I think you can D

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

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

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

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

I got niggas in the streets blast your ass for the shine
And get, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' 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 broke on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

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

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

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

Went God to God damn
Damn God, killin' it
Should incorporate it, half a mil' in it
Rap talk with no will in it

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

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

Man, you know, no poems 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 niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
To my women that'll throw they hands against punk ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

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