Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

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

Project what's the code
I been rockin' mics I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the slab
Where people take any and everything they can grab
Some chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to you up and break you off a slab
People are strange, and 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 mouths when were biting
was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
On and exposition God was born
He please pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for life
The city griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The they got their styles from, but claimed
They never

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

What's up saucey, what's up trend,
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 serve you in a just to ear my stripes
The scared dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better
of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain down in
a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
Build a work round where I stay
Some people got the love, but they know the way
Some people the way, but they don't know what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and
watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert park's own aceyalone
The one who the whole world come off the dome
Up at the

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

You ever seen a with fire in his eyes
up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad gots the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind
boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art
Audio-video, and editin' , capoieria and meditations
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 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 lotta out there I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.