Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Alumni (Bonus Track)

* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Mann, Suga Chi,
King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee & Fister

(Intro: Ali)
it out, my name is Ali
I roll with Lunatics
You know us, know what I'm
But what you might not
Is we got a lot of MC's in St.
So we gon' do it like
up we got my man Jewely!!!

(Jewely)
Now what's a finale
If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on
Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from
And any ghetto this St. Louis nigga on the corner
My known to leave rappers in a coma
So faggotts stop the grinnin', them chrome reflect
The in your face as you see em spinnin'
MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" nine innin's
I'm drama, like two mommas and one pendin'
This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin'
knock your out your chest
Rappers suffer cardiac arrest
If I'm I dump a few
You niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the
is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow
Murderous clique nigga, as desperado.

(Ali)
Up next, representative
My M.K.!!!

(M.K.)
You what time it was soon as you stepped in the door
gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!"
Where he go? Me I be between the ice
Sippin' Don P with a piece right!
Whisperin' in my ear menage a trois
Us and her partners, El Passe panties and
Freaky deaky I'm lovin' that
Dig the way that you think, your partners?
Get them a drink, one bitch was strippin'
Cause she didn't get picked, but
We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six,
Minutes nigga rollin' four deep
Them tonguin' in the back
I'm some head up in the frontseat
She like, "I got this" you the cockpit
While her partners in the back tradin' cock spit.

(Ali)
Up next, we got hazel-eyed heartthrob
Fo' Reel, Penelope!!!

(Penelope)
Hot like fire, makin' these niggas
be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn
How to these seven zeroes that's my only concern
Put a torch to these hoes, make these burn
Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo'
Spit, and let my rip, so bitch don't slip
Don't make me put a lump on lip
A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' shit
I want it all so me it
Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a bitch
More deadly than the venom that anacondas spit
The Monroe, of the ghetto
I'm a for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey
(I got old mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?)
Oh Lord, nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that)
Get the fuck on out of my face all that
Old ass bullshit.

(Ali)
Up next, Kujo!!!

(Kujo)
Niggas hate me cause I'm in the game
And got a style priceless like ice in the
so who am I? I'm the best to ever spit
I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the
I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the
Cause they want me gone, been in the game too
Here's how you want it, you with guns nigga
We cock two, got work? I too
one, we pop two
For the for my family, and my seed
Makin' them records live on, from now until infinity
I'm the 34, live in 3D
Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm
Spit the truth til I die, give a you niggas sick of me
No matter the fuck you faggotts do
You get rid of me.

(Ali)
Peace, to my cousin Trife, up
The one and Mic Checker!!!

(Mic Checker)
St. Louis, what you bout high-grade we wastin' it?
What you know bout 76 to break down in the basement?
What you bout chances enough Air Course
Suitcases and pictures out in Lambert Air Port?
you know bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks?
How many niggas can say shit like
But there's truth in the
What you bout clicked up nigga? Out the country whilin'
How many you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin
you know bout your broad beggin' to be my mama?
Lunatics and Skunk player up in Trulany
you know bout mo' bail? We brolic like Brutis
Come for them, and my clique's all exclusive
you know bout Spanish Town? Amongst the gun clappers
Buff they soup head still on my red snapper.

(Ali)
One love to
Naw you know, up Boogee Mann!!!

(Boogee Mann)
Well Mr. B-double-O-G what?
I smoke joke and grin, and your best friend
Only if she a ten, then I slide in
Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and
Damn frightenin, so tuck your vest in
My Mack-10, spit flows that kill men
It's the Midwest y'all, we at all y'all
We the til we fall or it's nothin' at all
So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like
Half-baked half slaughter, comin' like Vince
How you want it head or We in the back of the truck
to see if baby girl can make me bust this nut
Cause I'm 24 inches the gun creek
Get these deep, so you pack yo heat.

(Ali)
What up Spud? Up next V.I.P.
King and Suga Chi!!!

(Suga Chi)
Microphones I burn bitches to whom it may concern this
Gotta learn this is to all my
Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and
Cause they to peep my steelo
In a ??? ready for war, suited and
Undisputed dame, the same, in the game
my Tenants had fat laces, smack faces
With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated feel it
You gettin' thrown out of clubs time you see me.

(King Jacob)
Uugh, everybody to be street
Guaranteed bring the most heat
And swear to God ain't sweet
I agree, but I also feel I got to prove shit
To do it to them ass niggas from your click
I fuck hoes that be so thick, I roll you know this
And twenty inch chrome rims sit so sick
Motorola shit for communication, this is to aid my
Take over the nation.

(Ali)
Iceberg!!!

(Iceberg)
It's the nigga the that keeps it duplicated
Or faded in no type of way, it if you like
But you stop us gettin' paid
Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a we stand
And you have to worry bout your whole state
We made it now the legacy's more
Style be forever raw, or hell
I'll stay S-T-L
Catch me down baby, in a black Humvee
Comin' to get my corner back for Nelly, (E.I.!)
My fuckin' record were barely, (Uh Ohhhhhhhhh!)
Now there's nothin' can tell me
What I do is always too late, for the
See how you respond to these bomb frees
Bigger Big Lee released all beats
And we do what's fuckin' million ???
And come to answer question of how come I-C-E-B-G
Gon become part of this Alumni

(Ali)
All the way from the we got my man E
(Louie Town) Foundation!!!

(Foundation)
You never met a four, better metaphors
Metal for whores, like Tiger's four
Shit, that's I met her for, strictly city
cliques mixed with Big Lee
Can't disturb, stand clap dance and swerve
For the spot where nobody else fix a hand or word
E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic
You guess me on, be songs, and testin' Jones
F the best be gone, no quest-ion
yard parties, fourty-four-four
Seventy and East, don't get it F in streets
shows like sandals, pumps get handled
Dismantled, St. Louis is Tony
No two, heffers blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr
Blow bolo get around the clock.

(Ali)
Up next, we got two live
My man Storm and his home' Stone.

(Storm)
You can't with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm
You want to jack him, but you got no luck with Storm
My dirty run with niggas and he from St. Lou
Plus he know Kung-Fu, and he got too
That big dick dude, that flip kick fools like Tom
You don't wanna battle me dude you gon'
Hit you one-two's, your lungs bruised
My foot in the butter so many crews me doo-doo shoes.

(West Stone)
You know Stone is known to break bones
your chick and take her home
Get one and make her moan
And you wonder why these niggas hate the
Broke their backs, I wrote the raps
don't drink I'll smoke to that
Niggas hopin' that, take a bow
Want to take my Better take it now
I'm still alive let me break it
Turn shit to the O.K. Corral
Get to blastin', whippin'
that talk shit, I'm with the action
Want to make it I'ma bring the heat
no nigga that can hang with me.

(Ali)
Up next we got Goobee
The spitter!!!

(Goobee Thug)
We get two seats recline and lean harder
X, smoke green, and buy the water
Y'all niggas polish your to bling harder
I the fifth, y'all drop your shit
of nigga rob you to cop the whip
Catch me, on 23's a boxter-twist
See the rocks twinkle right in front of your eyes
I shine brighter the sun in the skies
Got a gun on my waist, got one in eye
And I stays haze and that Chocolate Thai
Y'all smoke swag that's brown with seeds in it
I from first to first through seasons
And you accept this, I ball like the Celtics
A. Walker, you up
And I have Ted Foster to you up.

(Ali)
Up next the Rawkus Crew
My Fister!!!

(Fister)
I'm the man before time, move hands time
Like Don Bluth I made The Land Time
Some MC's think they're nice, but not
That's what they "Say Say Say" like McArtney
And Michael Jackson, I cypher the
To who assists like John Packson
Who these think they is tryin' to act all wild
They temporary like members of Child
I'm spottin' the top Feds, the hot lead
All in his pothead, makin' him dead
Call me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' your
Your squad's useless, like the right arm on Bob
Behold, the manifold of a Aristotle
Roadkillin' MC's, with my hand on the
Smashin' em all, mashin' em all, em all
Picked up my check cashin' em all