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 Thug &

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

(Jewely)
Now what's a finale
If you ain't grams in Cali? El Caminos on toners
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 rims
The hate in your face as you see em
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 heart out your chest
Rappers suffer from cardiac
If I'm uncomfortable I a few
You are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife
This is Judah Zor, a act to follow
Murderous nigga, known 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 loungin' the ice
Sippin' Don P a dime piece right!
Whisperin' in my ear menage a trois
Us and her partners, El panties and bras
Freaky deaky baby I'm that
Dig the way that you think, them your
Get them a drink, shit one was strippin'
she didn't get picked, but baby
We roll with time, only rippin' the six, trick
Minutes later nigga rollin' four
Them tonguin' in the back
I'm gettin' some head up in the
She like, "I got this" you control the
While her in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit.

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

(Penelope)
Hot fire, makin' these niggas yearn
Don't be me dirty, you got shit to learn
How to keep these seven that's my only concern
Put a torch to hoes, make these bitches burn
Stern, as I handle my grit, mo' shit
Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so don't slip
Don't make me put a lump on lip
A dip in your hip, I'm your shit
I want it all so me it
Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a bitch
More deadly than the that some anacondas 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 (C'mon mama let me hit that)
Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all
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 Nelly and the
I pop a hot block dodge the and the dics
Cause they want me gone, been in the game too
Here's how you it, you come with guns nigga
We two, got work? I comp too
one, we pop two
For the for my family, and my seed
sure them records live on, from now until infinity
I'm the 34, live in 3D
Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy I'm Figi
Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas of me
No matter what the fuck you do
You get rid of me.

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

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

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

(Boogee Mann)
Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N
I smoke and grin, and fuck your best friend
if she a ten, then I slide right in
Boogee and DJ Spin, be and lightenin'
Damn frightenin, so tuck your vest in
My lyrical Mack-10, spit that kill men
It's the Midwest y'all, we at all y'all
We the ball til we fall or it's at all
So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like
Half-baked half slaughter, comin' like Carter
How you it head or cut? 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 hoes deep, so you yo heat.

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

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

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

(Ali)
Iceberg!!!

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

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

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

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

(Storm)
You fuck 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 dirty niggas and he St. Lou
Plus he know Kung-Fu, and he got too
That big dude, that flip kick fools like Tom Cruise
You don't wanna battle me dude you gon'
Hit you with one-two's, your lungs
My foot in the butter so many crews call me shoes.

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

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

(Goobee Thug)
We gon' get two seats recline and harder
X, smoke green, and buy the water
niggas polish your jewels to bling harder
I cock the fifth, drop your shit
Type of nigga rob you to cop the
Catch me, on 23's with a
See the rocks twinkle right 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 swag weed that's brown with seeds in it
I hustle from first to first through
And you gotta accept this, I ball like the
A. Walker, you up
And I have Ted Foster to you up.

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

(Fister)
I'm the man before time, move before time
Like Don Bluth I The Land Before Time
MC's think they're nice, but not hardly
That's what "Say Say Say" like Paul McArtney
And Michael Jackson, I the action
To anyone who assists John Packson
Who these kids think they is tryin' to act all
They temporary like members of Child
I'm spottin' the top Feds, the hot lead
All in his pothead, him drop dead
Call me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' your
squad's useless, like the right arm on Bob Dole
Behold, the manifold of a black
Roadkillin' MC's, with my on the throttle
em all, mashin' em all, bashin' em all
Picked up my Friday check em all