Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo this out to hip hop world wide.
from leimert park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the
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 blowed the code
I been rockin' mics since I was 12 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 project was to you up and break you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the of gabrier was something beautiful to have
It started at the 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 crenshaw and God was born
He said pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the took it and we held it for dear life
The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones got their styles from, but claimed
They knew

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 before I can a rhyme on the mic
I gotta you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
The battle dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the
the knowledge rain down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to it away
Build a shop round where I stay
Some people got the love, but they don't the way
Some people know the way, but they don't what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and
Better the light in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert park's very own
The one who made the whole world come off the
Up at the

the code
Yo I'd like to a special shout out to ben caldwell
respect, thank
You for you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins.
Much due to the watts prophets.
The last poets, and all the poets out there
Much
up a.k. tony

You ever seen a rapper fire in his eyes
up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine
tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from
5000 boomin' watts, kaos state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and , capoieria and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every night
Where we the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all mistake glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it at the project blowed

the code
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 djinji brown, d,
star, de la soul,
konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.
There's a lotta people out there I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.