Luyện nghe bài hát Speak Ya Clout

Last year record companies chumpin me
But now chicks they all be up on me
and me so horny, I hit em like a
off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin
Showing and on a day to day basis
I rip New and a million different places
State to state country to
My are legend in the style of poetry
paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace New York it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake motherfuckers started live, I've
achieved mad props though niggaz roll in jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad
So we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. glocks
And I mean it it's all done the mind
I suckers because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days bout my clout
So Lil Dap the mic and show the motherfucker out

Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the
Flavors do get deep when you're the east
A unit from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight
nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
You poured a forty on the ground for the who ain't around
it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
A nigga said he do it til the shit hits the fan
Last year I was The Man up every jam
So what's your hobby nothing serious things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches get enough
A Lil Dap that? Fuck around you get slapped
Schizophrenic rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the say 'ho'
You can't tell a motherfucker to do with his life
Niggaz tend to trife, so I react with the mic
the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your meet me at Broadway junction
I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready starts to flip it

Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I a bumba claat
He dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you rappers be out
the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme
You know the situation
So get down get with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'ma on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
and all the be loving me
My be kicking crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy
Your pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll her
cause she be working on my
and yo I got more gang than the got curves
I'm like gambino, the head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics
and I know, I break your with my rap like smack
I'm all that
And so the next when you're wishing for my downfall
I'm a come back to drown
With stupid lyrics to a bloodbath
And the fuck out my path