Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

Yo, don't scandalize
I spent too time
talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never for crime, halt, who goes there?

Yo, it's the squeeze of fingers
Puffin' the bear
Shinin' black like Darth caps
on stare

While we rockin' it, I'll in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball the spray can
Providing three
For child, woman 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 chin touched by my fam
Who thought you harm, you see
I'm iced out a glass of tea

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, put hands opposite to the ground if you're 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 Tommy 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
hip hop alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature
Dick and fuck rap

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

from God to God damn
Damn God, you're it
Should it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats with no will in it

Soundin' like virtual, this 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 under the
the CD's
Of suit rappers and flossin' M C's
Who fail at takin' it to degrees

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

Yo, where my Wall 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 never been shot or
Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, I gotta catch a cab to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh,