Luyện nghe bài hát Reppin' Uptown

(sheek luciano)
Yo, I'm the nigga that when I get locked up
I call no nigga to bail me out
(jadakiss)
(mcgruff)
Yo, let me sit for a while, man
(ty)
I wanna get with niggas
I'm to blow niggas down for the jack
(uptown)

(yonkers
Harlem)

[ 1: jadakiss ]
Yo, it wouldn't be to play this guy
But say you tried, it'd be the day you die
I'm jay to the - mmpfaah, ya on love tat, baby
And all I see is payday, niggas ain't crazy
Frontin like you big, but I run them kids
That'll poke one in your ribs, leave you under the
It's a thing, and a little bit
Make niggas forget they youth, like they bulletproof
deals in benegans with dominicans
But my a bad west indian
I always knew I had butter, but I found it
When your style be the law, cause I get around it

[ verse 2: ]
Aiyo comes first, send it throughout the barrel
travel - until you hit the gravel
Every week's a war for sure, so I
Those who the toast close, mi amor
Audi 840, floored for raw
And the come first, I can teach you more
Like if I knew you had bricks, I'd be kickin your
I'ma rob em with guess and air max jogs
Only one page, you ain't for the saga
In it for the dough, flow than lava
'livin off experience' layin low the nigerians
Cut a cesarean

[ verse 3: ]
Yo, if I can't ? ? ? , how you figure I could write a rhyme?
Or do crime and hustle and still struggle at the time
Stay wonderin when the next we might eat
We pack heat and run from police like a meet
I'm tryin to acquire the cheddar to my life better
Rock gucci sweaters, beamers with the headers
But right now ain't nothin lavish for my
In and out of jail for the past 2
I even seen a get stripped naked in sing-sing
Used to be a thug, but in jail he's somebody
I ain't tryin to look jiggy when I'm runnin miss piggy
Cause fancy get extorted kinda quickly in the city

[ verse 4: ]
Puff 'dro from the _high
Committin organized
Ski disguise mine
by the guidelines
Bust off like nines
Stalk, I shine, frauds jive rhymes
Get they earth took, frontin like herb shook
The dirt book, run thirst crooks, 8th and the 3rd look
Word look, smoke you purple hayze herb cook
Caught a pie from these oyeys on my jook
Fuck it, yo, life's a bitch, gotta love it
All I ever wanted was and buck the flow
Have a mansion, dope with a tubble-mo
You how the shit goes
Fly strip clothes and my kitkos