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, gon' rip down, ha ha

Yo, yo, yo
Lost boyz the beasts from the east up in this
With a new release on the every fifty-two weeks
And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the
Love peace and nappiness into blood on a napkin in the ambulance
with the nigga called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a urine analysis
I'm a demon, stronger than crack fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in em
Lb fam, makin the music dance to
And we sip a very substantial of jack daniels
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
Music you high, givin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the you earned on herb
You're with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot 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 carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, the fort down
Before heavy d bounced to uptown 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
Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, show us the
Cause we still hungry, we still got the in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, bummy
Doin for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a with low mufflage
Get a deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with
Summertime eighty-nine or degree weather
Nine-seven dj and lb fam forever

[dj
! dj clue, all up in ya area

Yo yo yo up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna some 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, they'll beat you in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin three feet
High and rising, like the chronicles of
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 I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human
I'm the human being ill with a i.q. off the scale
If could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head instead of the
I followin nobody else to increase my sales
are real, like they been forged in steel
Stood before the judge him I was forced to kill
And how I went for to get paid in full
I went 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 head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever
"turn your head round," me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day a lamb who lives forever *echoes*