Luyện nghe bài hát Stanley Kubrick

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

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

The track bouncy, no-body, get more
Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the crew
Cab Morada, what you gon' do we roll
Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face 'em
Bring em to the Jeff house stayed on top 'em
Nobody move this, I don't give a fuck, we
Strictly lust for and live life to bust nuts
God killers, let's be realistic;
we probably gon' be punished - we bitches by the 100's
Why me? fight me? Try me
Why these people don't know me - don't me
Society, they wanna see me I stick out
You see me in the public, I probably pull my out
Smack the out of women, see me knock your bitch out
Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck die?
Clash of the Titans, bottles, bar fight
You wanna battle I'ma you can start writin
I can do that, tip the bouncers, sure we get
our gats in the club in case the action
Everybody it, try to take my title
Let's see, left your messy, test me
Kubrick, don't stress me
R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the - Rugged Man!

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

Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged..
Now think about this, who diss us? County
cops frisk us, they handcuffs fit us
Our wrists turn purple, why we act vicious
Plus if we die tomorrow, won't miss us
Get half a page in The maybe, if that
It's a whole town of people actin shady, I live at
We spit lyrically releasin, you don't
Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, it
You know where to find me; actin you lookin for me
You saw me you walked by me
A true test, the Man, the tru-est
The most violent, in the U.S., we see you
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 proud to be the lowest, low losers
We flip your car over like Island steroid abusers
When they ragin, white boy caning
Let me do some explain,
Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven
The Ten Commandments, we constantly

with us (Dirty crusty asses)
Ride us (The whole Infamous Mobb)
with us (My main man Akinyele)
Ride with us (The white trash nation)
Ride us (All the Stony Brook kids)
Ride with us (All the Jeff kids)
with us (My man Ev Casuchi)
Ride with us (Capital of Lords)
Ride 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)
with us (All the starvin artists)
Ride us (Rugged *echoes*)