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, makin' a for themselves, makin'
History, a change.
Yeah all the blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the pushers.
This goes out to 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 slab
Where people take any and everything that can grab
niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and break you off a
are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to
It started at the good life, house of the first
We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were
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 dear
The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the
The ones they got their from, but claimed
They knew

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

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

Well the parties jumpin', the is packed
And when a crowds like this I'm to rap
But I can bust a rhyme on the mic
I serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
The scared battle dog, with the underground
Fuck it, tryin' to the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes
Make the knowledge down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to it away
Build a work shop round where I
people got the love, but they don't know the way
Some people know the way, but they know what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and
Better watch the light in your eyes, a in here
Leimert park's very own
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

What's the
Yo I'd like to send a special out to ben caldwell
Much respect,
You for everything 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 with fire in his eyes
up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
park and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew gots the designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind
5000 boomin' watts, kaos state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and , capoieria and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the every thrusday night
we give the new definition to open mic
I y'all 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,
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.