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 boyz the beasts from the east up in piece
With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks
And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the
peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, the sound
Of my voice'll you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger crack fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in em
Lb fam, makin the niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we shit
We invested all of legal drug profit
Showin love to each and nigga that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or knockin it
Music you high, givin you that urge
To two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
fuckin 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
at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at who wear carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort
heavy d bounced 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
Heard about the 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 grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme whatever we wanna rap
our walls with plaques
Summertime or better degree weather
dj clue and lb fam forever

[dj
! dj clue, all up in ya area

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