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)
Check it out, my is Ali
I with them Lunatics
You us, know what I'm sayin'
But what you not know
Is we got a lot of in St. Louis
So we do it like this
up we got my man Jewely!!!

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

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

(M.K.)
You knew time it was soon as you stepped in the door
gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!"
Where he go? Me I be loungin' the ice
Sippin' Don P with a piece right!
Whisperin' in my ear menage a trois
Us and her partners, El panties and bras
Freaky baby I'm lovin' that
Dig the way that you think, them partners?
Get them a drink, one bitch was strippin'
she didn't get picked, but baby
We with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick
Minutes later nigga four deep
bitches tonguin' in the back
I'm gettin' head up in the frontseat
She like, "I got this" you control the
her partners in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit.

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

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

(Ali)
Up next, Kujo!!!

(Kujo)
hate me cause I'm nice in the game
And got a style priceless ice in the chain
so who am I? I'm the best to ever spit
I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm and the Tics
I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the
Cause they want me gone, been in the game too
how you want it, you come with guns nigga
We cock two, got work? I too
one, we pop two
For the love for my family, and my
Makin' sure them records live on, from now until
I'm from the 34, in 3D
Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy I'm Figi
Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas 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 pounds to break down in the
What you know bout chances Air Course
Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Air Port?
What you bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks?
How many niggas can say like this
But there's truth in the
you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country whilin'
How many you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin
What you know your broad beggin' to be my mama?
Lunatics and Skunk player up in Trulany
What you know mo' bail? We brolic like Brutis
Come for them, everyday and my clique's all
What you know bout Spanish Amongst the gun clappers
Buff they soup head still on my red snapper.

(Ali)
One to PL-Spin
Naw you know, up Boogee Mann!!!

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

(Ali)
What up Spud? Up representin' V.I.P.
King Jacob and Chi!!!

(Suga Chi)
Microphones I bitches to whom it may concern with this
learn this is to all my foes
Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and
Cause they to peep my steelo
In a ??? for war, suited and booted
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 ever time you see me.

(King Jacob)
Uugh, everybody want to be
Guaranteed they bring the heat
And to God ain't nothin' sweet
I agree, but I feel I ain't got to prove shit
To do it to them punk ass from your click
I hoes that be so thick, when I roll you know this
And them twenty inch chrome rims sit so
Motorola for communication, this is to aid my flows
Take the whole nation.

(Ali)
Iceberg!!!

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

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

(Foundation)
You met a four, better with metaphors
Metal for whores, like Tiger's four
Shit, that's I met her for, strictly city
Thick mixed with Big Lee
Can't disturb, stand clap dance and swerve
For the where nobody else should fix a hand or word
E-Perior bless, we all wreck mic checks
You guess me on, Midwest be songs, and Jones
F the best be gone, no quest-ion
School yard parties,
Seventy West and East, get it F in streets
shows like sandals, pumps get handled
Dismantled, St. is Tony Soprano
No two, heffers with poor, ghetto mo' gurr
Blow get fooled around the clock.

(Ali)
Up next, we got two MC's
My man Storm and his West Stone.

(Storm)
You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the 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 Kung-Fu, and he got guns too
That big dick dude, flip kick fools like Tom Cruise
You don't battle me dude you gon' lose
Hit you with one-two's, lungs bruised
My foot in the butter so many call me doo-doo shoes.

(West Stone)
You know Stone is known to break them
Meet your and take her home
Get one and make her moan
And you wonder why these niggas the Stone
their backs, when I wrote the raps
Nigga don't drink I'll to that
hopin' that, I'll take a bow
Want to take my life? take it now
I'm still alive let me it down
Turn this shit to the O.K.
Get to blastin', whippin'
Forget that shit, I'm with the action
Want to make it hot? bring the heat
no nigga that can hang with me.

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

(Goobee Thug)
We gon' get two seats recline and lean
X, smoke green, and buy the spring
Y'all niggas polish your jewels to bling
I cock the fifth, drop your shit
Type of nigga rob you to cop the
Catch me, on 23's a boxter-twist
See the rocks twinkle twinkle in front of your eyes
I shine than the sun in the skies
Got a gun on my waist, got one in eye
And I stays blowin' haze and that Thai
Y'all smoke swag weed that's brown with in it
I hustle from first to first seasons
And you gotta accept this, I ball like the
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, hands before time
Like Don Bluth I The Land Before Time
Some MC's think nice, but not hardly
That's what they "Say Say Say" like Paul
And Jackson, I cypher the action
To anyone who assists like Packson
Who these kids think is tryin' to act all wild
temporary like members of Destiny's Child
I'm spottin' the top Feds, the hot lead
All in his pothead, makin' him dead
Call me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' soul
squad's useless, like the right arm on Bob Dole
Behold, the of a black Aristotle
Roadkillin' MC's, with my on the throttle
em all, mashin' em all, bashin' em all
Picked up my check cashin' em all