Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

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

Yo, yo, yo
Lost the beasts from the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks
And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the
Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a in the ambulance
Fuckin with the called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack
That two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, makin the niggaz dance to
And we sip a substantial amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock
We invested all of drug money profit
love to each and every nigga that copped it
In jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it
Music you high, givin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you on herb
You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we do
You never get the chance to shoot 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, to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the down
Before heavy d bounced to became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, the shortest
But he still gets busy on the one and regardless
Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it
Lost and desert storm, show us the money
we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We still and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with
eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam

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

Yo yo yo hold up I don't niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now by watchin you, I can tell that I got you
To face me, somethin you don't do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you
Flow as as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
High and rising, like the of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style
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 being ill with a i.q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll a mil'
And be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my
are real, like they been 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 ripped em out of niggaz
The on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"turn head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever *echoes*