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 from the east up in this
With a new release on the streets every weeks
And I a nigga to challenge us; I turn the
Love peace and nappiness into your 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 lyrical demon, than crack fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in em
Lb fam, makin the 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 drug money
love to each and every nigga that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, or benz knockin it
makin you high, givin you that urge
To two-thirds 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 before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out nostrils
Queens most wanted, to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the down
Before heavy d bounced to became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
But he still gets busy on the one and two's
Heard the clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and storm, show us the money
Cause we hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee low mufflage
Get a production deal, our own record companies
our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or degree weather
dj clue and lb fam forever

[dj
What? ! dj clue, all up in ya

Yo yo yo hold up I think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can tell I got you
To face me, you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a pinata out of you
as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
High and rising, the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is I get my style from
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 words 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 ain't followin nobody else to increase my
Metaphors are real, they been forged in steel
Stood before the told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get paid in
Then I went for again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin
On the floor, robbin em too a smalls song
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives
"turn your round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever *echoes*