Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo goes out to hip hop world wide.
Straight leimert park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the
Struggle, makin' a name for themselves,
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.

Project blowed the code
I been rockin' mics I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the slab
Where people take any and that they can grab
Some niggas chilled on the block, but in the lab
My project was to you up and break you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to
It at the good life, house of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of they when they were biting
There was more exciting then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and exposition God was
He said pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the took it and we held it for dear life
The city 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 in a round about way.
up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
Jurassic 5, erule,

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

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

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

You ever seen a rapper fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud smoke to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert park and 43th turn a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow rhymes, and b-girls
oh so fine
My man bad drew gots the fresh
And cheatum got the 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 thrusday
Where we the new definition to open mic
I y'all don't mistake glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the blowed

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