Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

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

Yo, yo, yo
Lost the beasts from the east up in this piece
With a new release on the every fifty-two weeks
And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the
Love peace and nappiness your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the called canibus, just the sound
Of my give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in em
Lb fam, the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, we lock shit
We invested all of drug money profit
Showin love to each and nigga that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, or benz knockin it
Music 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 shoot back at who at you
Nigga, you'll be before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
the four-pound, holdin the fort down
Before heavy d bounced to became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig eye to thigh, bein the shortest
But he still gets on the one and two's regardless
Heard the clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, show us the
Cause we still hungry, we got the growl in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, dressin
Doin for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a with low mufflage
Get a production deal, our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better weather
Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam

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

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 tell I got you
To face me, you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three
and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style
Uptown harlem, is where I get my lye
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines
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 words could kill, a verse of murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin they teeth, in hell
I'm learnin to be the instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been in steel
Stood before the judge told him I was forced to
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 block with the biggest balls, layin
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls
"turn head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day a lamb who lives forever
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever *echoes*