Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

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

Yo, yo, yo
Lost boyz the beasts from the up in this piece
With a new on the streets every fifty-two weeks
And I dare a nigga to us; I turn the
Love and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
with the nigga called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a positive analysis
I'm a demon, stronger than crack fiends
smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, makin the music niggaz to
And we sip a very amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock
We invested all of legal money profit
Showin love to and every nigga that copped it
In jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it
makin you high, givin you that urge
To two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to 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, quick to a nigga
Rap at killers who wear carharts and
the four-pound, holdin the fort down
Before d bounced to uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
But he gets 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 still hungry, we still got the in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, dressin
Doin for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low
Get a deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we rap
our walls with plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better weather
Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam

[dj
! dj clue, all up in ya area

Yo yo yo up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some more, it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the do
Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you
as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
High and rising, like the of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my from
Uptown harlem, is I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the from
Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes
I'm not a human
I'm the human ill with a i.q. that's off the scale
If could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my
Metaphors are real, like they been in steel
Stood before the judge told him I was to kill
And how I went for to get paid in full
I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, em too a biggie smalls song
"turn your head round," give me the
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*