Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

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

Project blowed what's the
I been mics since I was 12 years old
I was in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and 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
People are strange, and are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something to have
It started at the good life, house of the sightin'
We snatched raps out of they mouths when were biting
was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and exposition God was
He please pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship it and we held it for dear life
The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The they got their styles from, but claimed
never knew

Already...yeah
The underground source, everyone
Eventually from.
Influence the in a round about way.
What up to peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
5, erule, hobo

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

Well the jumpin', the blowed is packed
And a crowds like this I'm ready to rap
But I can bust a rhyme on the mic
I gotta serve you in a cipher to ear my stripes
The battle dog, with the underground catalogue
it, tryin' to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the
Make the rain down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and 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 far and near
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 like to send a shout out to ben caldwell
respect, thank
You for everything done.
Richard, 5th streets, world stage - higgins.
Much respect due to the prophets.
The poets, and all the other poets out there
love
What's up a.k.

You ever seen a rapper with in his eyes
up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert park and 43th turn a landmine
B-boy's to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind
5000 boomin' watts, network 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 hope don't mistake glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project

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 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.