Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

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

Yo, don't mine
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
Smokey the bear
Shinin' black like Vader caps
on stare

While we rockin' it, I'll in it
(Rock in it)
the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three
For child, woman and man

God the God, lay these streets wall 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 your ass is on the asphalt
Got your touched by my fam
Who thought you harm, you see
I'm iced out a glass of tea

Better yet, oatmeal
just rookies 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 is sheddin' shame
All over your game them shorties who claim

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

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 with bigger for that 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 in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your 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 land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be

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

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

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

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

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

Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our
You need to not get with me
Or else we relax your 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 they against they punk ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, if you been shot or stabbed
city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh,