Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

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

Yo, yo, yo
Lost boyz the beasts the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks
And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the
peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, just the
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, makin the niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of daniels
L-o-est, we lock shit
We invested all of legal money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz it
Music makin you high, you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you earned on
fuckin 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 with blood comin out your
most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort
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 gets on the one and two's regardless
about the clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, 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 we wanna rap
Decorate our with plaques
Summertime 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 think niggaz man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by you, I can tell that I got you
To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my
Are too hostile, beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, obstacles three feet
High and rising, like the chronicles of
The old school hip-hop, is 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 words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a
And mc'sll be gnashin teeth, burnin in hell
I'm to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to my sales
Metaphors are real, like been forged in steel
Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get in full
Then I went for again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie song
"turn your head round," me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever *echoes*