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 east up in this
With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks
And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the
Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a 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, makin the music niggaz to
And we sip a very substantial amount of jack
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock
We all of legal drug money profit
Showin love to each and every that copped it
In jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it
Music makin you high, you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the 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 the hospital
Lookin at you layin there blood comin out your nostrils
most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the down
Before heavy d to uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the
But he still gets busy on the one and two's
Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, show us the
Cause we hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, dressin
Doin shows for foreign in other countries
Tryin to me a hum-vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with
Summertime eighty-nine or degree weather
dj clue 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 rock some more, it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three
High and rising, like the of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is I get my style from
Uptown harlem, is I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the from
51 is where I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human
I'm the human being ill a i.q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a of mine'll murder a mil'
And mc'sll be they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the instead of the tail
I followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in
Stood before the judge told him I was to kill
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, niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a smalls song
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"turn head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day a lamb who lives forever *echoes*