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 from the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets every weeks
And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the
Love peace and nappiness into blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a positive urine
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack
smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a substantial amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock
We all of legal drug money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga that it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or knockin it
Music makin you high, givin you that
To spend two-thirds of the money you on herb
fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do
You get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, to clap a nigga
Rap at who wear carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, the fort down
Before heavy d to uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, 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 boyz and storm, show us the money
Cause we still hungry, we got the growl in the tummy
We still and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low
Get a production deal, start our own companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we rap
Decorate our walls plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better degree
dj clue and lb fam forever

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

Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can tell I got you
To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three
High and rising, the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my from
Uptown harlem, is I get my lye from
My cousin mad guns, is where I get the nines from
51 is where I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human
I'm the human being ill a i.q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in
I'm to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they forged in steel
Stood before the told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get in full
Then I went for minds again and em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls
"turn your head round," give me the
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*