Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo this goes out to hip hop wide.
Straight leimert park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the
Struggle, makin' a name for themselves,
History, a change.
Yeah all the project blowedians, all the
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' since I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the slab
people take any and everything that they can grab
Some chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and break you off a
People are strange, and are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something to have
It at the good life, house of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of they when they were biting
There was nothing more exciting then to and perform
On and exposition God was born
He said please pass the mic to whomever is
Me and the took it and we held it for dear life
The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones they got their styles from, but
They knew

Already...yeah
The underground source, which
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.

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 underground
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a place
Instead of duckin', still to make the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain down in
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give it away
a work shop round where I stay
Some 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 I greet'em from far and near
Better watch the light in eyes, a stars in here
Leimert very own aceyalone
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

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Yo I'd like to send a special out to ben caldwell
Much respect,
You for everything done.
Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins.
respect due to the watts prophets.
The last poets, and all the other out there
Much
What's up a.k.

You ever seen a with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and
oh so fine
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, and editin' , capoieria and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the every thrusday 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

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Yo, shout 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.