Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo goes out to hip hop world wide.
Straight 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 in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and that they can grab
niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My was to blow you up and break you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the of gabrier was something beautiful to have
It started at the good life, of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of mouths when they were biting
There was nothing more then to serve and perform
On and exposition God was born
He said pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear
The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones got their styles from, but claimed
They never

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

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

Well the parties jumpin', the blowed is
And a crowds like this I'm ready to rap
But before I can bust a on the mic
I gotta serve you in a cipher to ear my stripes
The scared battle dog, the underground catalogue
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to it away
a work shop round where I stay
Some people got the love, but they don't 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 light in your eyes, a stars in
Leimert park's own aceyalone
The one who made the 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 you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins.
Much due to the watts prophets.
The last poets, and all the other out there
Much
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,
park and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow rhymes, and b-girls
oh so fine
My man bad drew gots the fresh
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 thrusday
Where we give the new to open mic
I hope y'all don't glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and it down at the project blowed

What's the
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 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.