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 acquainted with
I'm ready to niggas down for the jack
(uptown)

(yonkers
Harlem)

[ 1: jadakiss ]
Yo, it be wise to play this guy
But say you tried, it'd be the day you die
I'm jay to the - mmpfaah, callin ya on love tat,
And all I see is payday, y'all niggas crazy
Frontin like you big, but I run with kids
That'll one in your ribs, leave you under the bridge
a money thing, and a little bit
Make niggas forget about they youth, like they
Doin deals in with dominicans
But my a bad west indian
I always I had butter, but I never found it
When your style be like the law, cause I get it

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

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

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