Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo goes out to hip hop world wide.
Straight from park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the
Struggle, a name 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, likwit crew, phlowtaions.

Project blowed what's the
I been rockin' mics since I was 12 old
I was born in the jungle, the slab
Where people any and everything that they can grab
Some niggas on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and you off a slab
People are strange, and are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to
It started at the good life, house of the sightin'
We raps out of they mouths when they were biting
There was more exciting then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and exposition God was
He said please pass the mic to 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 they got their 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 I can bust a rhyme on the mic
I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my
The scared battle dog, with the catalogue
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the
the knowledge rain down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give 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 don't know what to say
And I'm the sensei I from far and near
Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in
Leimert park's own aceyalone
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

the code
Yo I'd like to send a special out to ben caldwell
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
Much
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 park and 43th into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew the fresh designs
And cheatum got the set bangin' from behind
5000 boomin' watts, kaos network of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , 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 doin' it, and puttin' it down at the blowed

What's the
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 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.