Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo goes 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.
all the project blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the pushers.
This goes out to doin' it on they own
legends, c.v.e.,
Hieroglyphics, crew, global phlowtaions.

Project what's the code
I rockin' mics since I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the concrete
people take any and everything that they can grab
Some niggas on the block, but chilled in the lab
My was to blow you up and break you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of was something beautiful to have
It at the good life, house of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of mouths when they 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 inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones got their styles from, but claimed
never knew

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

What's the
Yo I'd like to send a special shout out to ben
Much respect,
You for you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world stage - 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 rapper with in his eyes
Wired up off the bud tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and
Lookin' oh so
My man bad gots the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from
5000 boomin' watts, network state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday
we give the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all don't glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the blowed

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