Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

[dj
Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area
With the lb fam, love and nappiness
A sample, but first..
My man canibus, rip shit down, ha ha

Yo, yo, yo
Lost boyz the beasts from the east up in piece
With a new release on the streets every fifty-two
And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the
Love peace and nappiness your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the nigga canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, than crack fiends
That two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, makin the music niggaz to
And we sip a substantial amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, we lock shit
We invested all of legal drug money
Showin love to and every nigga that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz it
Music you high, givin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you earned on
You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we do
You get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, be dead before you reach the hospital
at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a
Rap at who wear carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort
Before heavy d bounced to became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
But he still busy on the one and two's regardless
about the clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost and desert storm, show us the money
Cause we hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, bummy
Doin shows for foreign in other countries
to finance me a hum-vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own record
Sign our own acts, and about whatever we wanna rap
our walls with plaques
Summertime or better degree weather
dj clue and lb fam forever

[dj
What? ! dj clue, all up in ya

Yo yo yo hold up I think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human out of you
Flow as potent as possible, obstacles three feet
High and rising, like the chronicles of
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style
harlem, is where I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines
Area 51 is where I be rhymes from
I'm not a being
I'm the human being ill with a i.q. off the scale
If words could kill, a of mine'll murder a mil'
And be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head of the tail
I ain't followin nobody to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they forged in steel
Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I for mines to get paid in full
Then I went for minds again and em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, em too a biggie smalls song
"turn your head round," give me the
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever
"turn your head round," me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever