Luyện nghe bài hát Slam

Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise

it's another one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em
Troublesome, extra dumb, I come to beat em
em and mistreat em, so what if that I'm cheating
Now everybody wanna grimey (yeah I know)
I'ma show ya how, on, all in together now
Yeah oh yeah yeah how it gotta be
So stop trying to be loud as me cause you can't do
Think about it; playing roulette with an automatic
I bet my ass against the line the last first on line
Stab and and repping and run, packing a weapon is wild
to the brother's on Rikers Isle
Tough and trembling, blend in like a chameleon
Buck, bye guy, oh my god I'm so high
Cause they say I rhyme, they say I like a gremlin
But what does it take to make a kid make a million SLAM

Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise

I'm the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, slow gassing
Strictly swift of the raspy-rasp fashion
I provide, I abide the U.S.G
Besides the ghetto vibe, make me flip like and Hyde
Of course, I come across with the pure for sure unadulterated raw
Disgusted, busted, you wanna it, too hot
You forgot, you're not ready, your head could get
Hit between the eyes, I to vandalize
I the static, I run with the bad guys
The villains, crooks, highlighters and the
See the big picture if you look inside of my mind
It's graphic, expressed it
So kill the copycat act kid, all mastered
Directed it, when least expected it
And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the so SLAM

Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make b-boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
noise b-boys

I'm a b-boy, standing in my stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish, my polluted
Onyx is heavyweight and undisputed
You the words right out my mouth now walk a mile in my shoes
I paid so many dues, I feel used and abused and I'm so
Excuse me, for example I'm an of a whole generation
And unless you got ten sticky fingers an imitation
A figment of imagination
Bu-bu-bu-but it gets worse
I'm not down so I'm dying of thirst
Coming through with a scam, plan
B-boys make noise, and just, just SLAM

Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make b-boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
noise b-boys, slam da duh duh