Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

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

Project what's the code
I been mics since I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the concrete
Where people take any and everything they can grab
Some chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something to have
It started at the good life, house of the sightin'
We snatched raps out of mouths when they were biting
There was nothing more then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and exposition God was
He said please pass the mic to whomever is
Me and the fellowship it and we held it for dear life
The city griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones they got styles from, but claimed
never knew

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

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

the parties jumpin', the blowed is packed
And when a crowds like this I'm to rap
But I can bust a rhyme on the mic
I gotta you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
The scared dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', tryin' to make the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain in buckets
Make a somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
Build a work round where I stay
Some people got the love, but don't know the way
Some know the way, but they don't know what to say
And I'm the I greet'em from far and near
Better watch the light in eyes, a stars in here
Leimert very own aceyalone
The one who the whole world come off the dome
Up at the

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

You ever seen a with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
park and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew gots the designs
And got the sound set bangin' from behind
5000 watts, kaos network state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every night
we give the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all don't mistake for gold
we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed

What's the
Yo, shout 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 whole lotta people out I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.