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, a name for themselves, makin'
History, a change.
Yeah all the blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the pushers.
goes out to everybody doin' it on they own
legends, c.v.e.,
Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, phlowtaions.

blowed what's the code
I been rockin' 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 was something beautiful to have
It started at the good life, house of the sightin'
We raps out of they mouths when they were biting
There was nothing more exciting to serve and perform
On crenshaw and God was born
He please pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship it and we held it for dear life
The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the
The ones they got their from, but claimed
never knew

Already...yeah
The underground source, which
feeds from.
Influence the industry in a about way.
What up to 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 a crowds like this I'm ready to rap
But before I can bust a on the mic
I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my
The battle dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the
Make the knowledge rain in buckets
Make a somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
Build a shop round where I stay
people got the love, but they don't know the way
Some people know the way, but they don't know to say
And I'm the sensei I from far and near
watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert very own aceyalone
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

the code
Yo I'd like to 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 poets out
Much
What's up a.k.

You ever a rapper with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud smoke to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert park and turn into a landmine
B-boy's 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' , and meditations
and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday night
Where we the new definition to open mic
I y'all don't mistake glitter for gold
we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed

What's the
Yo, special out to all the God love,
And all the out there,
Positivity all the men and women.
Yo, what's up to my homie djinji brown, 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.