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 boyz the beasts the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets every weeks
And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the
Love peace and nappiness into your on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin the nigga called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than fiends
smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, makin the niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of jack
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we shit
We invested all of legal drug money
love to each and every nigga that copped it
In jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it
makin you high, givin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you on herb
You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do we gotta do
You never get the chance to back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead you reach the hospital
at you layin there with 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 uptown became a 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 storm, show us the money
we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We still and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other
to finance me a hum-vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about we wanna rap
Decorate our with plaques
eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven dj and lb fam forever

[dj
! dj clue, all up in ya area

Yo yo yo hold up I don't think know man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To face me, somethin you don't do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in like the cops do
Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you
Flow as as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my from
Uptown harlem, is where I get my lye
My cousin with mad guns, is I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin from
I'm not a being
I'm the human ill with a i.q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a
And mc'sll be gnashin teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head of the tail
I followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in
Stood before the judge him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get paid in
Then I went for minds again and ripped em out of skulls
The on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever
"turn your head round," give me the
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever