Luyện nghe bài hát Stanley Kubrick

Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that cat
Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel bassline cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel bassline cat

Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that cat
Yo, yo that's some, that's like, Stanley Kubrick
Stanley

The track bouncy, no-body, get rowdy
than Suffolk County, peace to Crowley
Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the crew
Cab Morada, you gon' do we roll through
Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face 'em
em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em
Nobody move this, I don't a fuck, we untouched
Strictly lust for papers and live to bust nuts
God killers, let's be realistic;
we probably gon' be punished - we fuckin bitches by the
Why me? Wanna me? Try me
Why people don't know me - don't like me
Society, wanna see me dead I stick out
You see me in the public, I pull my dick out
Smack the out of women, see me knock your bitch out
Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck wanna
Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar
You wanna battle freestyle you can start writin
I can do that, tip the bouncers, sure we get
our in the club just in case the action
want it, try to take my title
Let's see, your chest messy, test me
Kubrick, don't stress me
R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the - Rugged Man!

Ride with us (Rug the bitch beater)
with us (Suffolk County, Long Island)
Ride us (Dead broke black people)
Ride with us (Dead broke people)
Ride us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)
with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmands)
Ride us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)
with us

Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged..
Now think about this, who diss us? Suffolk
cops us, they handcuffs never fit us
Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act
if we die tomorrow, won't nobody miss us
Get half a page in The maybe, if that
It's a whole town of people actin shady, where I at
We lyrically releasin, you don't stop
Ain't ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it
You know where to me; actin like you lookin for me
You saw me you right by me
A true test, the Man, the tru-est
The violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed
Now it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy
Peace to Khadafi, I'ma do
tried to stop me, way back in nine-four
You into my future, I'ma probably die for it
We to be the lowest, low life losers
We flip your car like Long Island steroid abusers
they 'roid ragin, white boy caning
Let me do some explain,
Rugged Man, hairy fat slob,
The Ten Commandments, we disobeyin

with us (Dirty crusty asses)
Ride with us (The Infamous Mobb)
Ride with us (My man Akinyele)
with us (The whole white trash nation)
Ride with us (All the Brook kids)
Ride us (All the Port Jeff kids)
with us (My man Ev Casuchi)
Ride with us (Capital of Lords)
with us (Miguel the cop in the house)
Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Greenberg)
Ride with us (All the artists)
Ride us (All the starvin artists)
Ride with us (All the artists)
with us (Rugged *echoes*)