Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo this goes out to hip hop wide.
from leimert park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the
Struggle, makin' a for themselves, makin'
History, a change.
all the project blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the pushers.
This goes out to everybody doin' it on own
legends, c.v.e.,
Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, phlowtaions.

blowed what's the code
I been rockin' mics since I was 12 old
I was born in the jungle, the concrete
Where people any and everything that they can grab
Some niggas chilled on the block, but in the lab
My was to blow you up and break you off a slab
People are strange, and are bad
But the of gabrier was something beautiful to have
It at the good life, house of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of they mouths when they biting
There was nothing more exciting then to and perform
On and exposition God was born
He said pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear
The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones got their styles from, but claimed
They never

Already...yeah
The source, which everyone
Eventually from.
Influence the industry in a round way.
What up to peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
Jurassic 5, erule,

What's up saucey, up trend, medusa
Manifesto, hip hop clan.

Well the parties jumpin', the blowed is
And when a crowds this I'm ready to rap
But before I can a rhyme on the mic
I gotta serve you in a just to ear my stripes
The scared dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still to make the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain down in
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give it away
Build a shop round where I stay
Some people got the love, but they don't the way
Some people know the way, but they know what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em far and near
Better watch the in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert park's very own
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

What's the
Yo I'd like to send a special shout out to ben
respect, thank
You for everything done.
Richard, 5th streets, stage - billy higgins.
Much due to the watts prophets.
The last poets, and all the other out there
love
What's up a.k.

You ever seen a rapper with in his eyes
Wired up off the bud tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert park and turn into a landmine
tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew gots the fresh
And got the sound set bangin' from behind
5000 boomin' watts, kaos state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and
Computers and telebeams, at the every thrusday night
we give the new definition to open mic
I hope don't mistake glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it at the project blowed

What's the
Yo, special out to all the God love,
And all the out there,
all the righteous men and women.
Yo, up to my homie djinji brown, diamond d,
star, de la soul,
konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.
There's a lotta people out there I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.