Luyện nghe bài hát Reppin' Uptown

(sheek luciano)
Yo, I'm the same 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 to blow niggas down for the jack
(uptown)

(yonkers
Harlem)

[ verse 1: ]
Yo, it wouldn't be to play this guy
But let's say you tried, be the day you die
I'm jay to the - mmpfaah, callin ya on tat, baby
And all I see is payday, y'all niggas crazy
Frontin like you big, but I run them kids
That'll poke one in your ribs, you under the bridge
It's a money thing, and a bit
Make niggas about they youth, like they bulletproof
Doin in benegans with dominicans
But my a bad west indian
I knew I had butter, but I never found it
When your style be like the law, cause I get it

[ 2: styles ]
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 the toast close, mi amor
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
I'ma rob em with guess and air max jogs
Only one page, you ready for the saga
In it for the dough, flow hotter than
'livin off experience' layin low like the
Cut like a

[ 3: sheek ]
Yo, if I can't afford ? ? ? , how you I could write a rhyme?
Or do and hustle and still struggle at the same time
Stay when the next time we might eat
We pack heat and run from police a track meet
I'm tryin to acquire the cheddar to make my better
Rock gucci sweaters, push beamers the headers
But now ain't nothin lavish for my members
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 from miss
Cause fancy niggas get extorted quickly in the city

[ verse 4: ]
Puff 'dro from the _high
organized crimes
Ski mask mine
by the guidelines
Bust off like fire
Stalk, I shine, talkin jive rhymes
Get they earth took, nigga frontin like herb
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 jook
Fuck it, yo, life's a bitch, love it though
All I ever wanted was knots and buck the
Have a mansion, dope parties with a
You how the shit goes
Fly strip clothes and my kitkos