Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

[dj
Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area
With the lb fam, love peace and
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 challenge us; I the
Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the
Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, just the
Of my give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger crack fiends
smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, the music 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 legal money profit
Showin love to each and every that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, or benz knockin it
Music makin you high, givin you that
To spend of the money you earned on herb
You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the
Lookin at you layin there with comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort
Before d bounced to uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the
But he still busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the 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 grimy and grungy, bummy
Doin shows for foreign in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee low mufflage
Get a deal, start our own record companies
our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls plaques
Summertime or better degree 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 rock some more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To face me, somethin you 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
Flow as potent as possible, creatin three feet
and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus
The old hip-hop, is where I get my style from
Uptown harlem, is where I get my lye
My with mad guns, is where I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin from
I'm not a being
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, in hell
I'm learnin to be the head of the tail
I followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, they been forged in steel
Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get paid in
Then I for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls
"turn your head round," give me the
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever
"turn head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever *echoes*