Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

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

Yo, the squeeze of five fingers
Puffin' the bear
Shinin' black like Darth caps
They on

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

God the God, lay these streets wall to wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, you got popped a flick by that rivalry click
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 like a 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 high
Since was Luke Skywalk
Man, my of talk is sheddin' shame
All over game like them shorties who claim

That lovin' is the past drug
A life filled with (unverified) what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of choice
While it muffles 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 add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for ass to kiss

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

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

Yo, put hands opposite to the ground 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 Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, hard like wetbacks
Set backs is get my ass to be hostile

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

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

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

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

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

Man, you know, no wack get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy me
Or we gon' relax your mind
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 been 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,