Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo this 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 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 I was 12 years old
I was in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and everything that they can
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 beautiful to have
It started at the good life, house of the sightin'
We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were
There was nothing more exciting then to serve and
On crenshaw and God was born
He please 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 they got their styles from, but claimed
They knew

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

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

Well the parties jumpin', the is packed
And when a like this I'm ready to rap
But before I can bust a on the mic
I gotta serve you in a just to ear my stripes
The scared battle dog, the underground catalogue
Fuck it, to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes
the knowledge rain down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give it away
Build a work round where I stay
Some people got the love, but they know the way
Some know the way, but they don't know what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and
Better watch the in your eyes, a stars 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 you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins.
Much respect due to the prophets.
The last poets, and all the other out there
love
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 and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from
boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art
Audio-video, and editin' , capoieria and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every night
Where we give the new to open mic
I hope y'all mistake glitter for gold
While we it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed

the code
Yo, shout 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 people out I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.