Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From L.I.P.

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair
I'm from the isle, I'm from the
To the niggas and the kids on lock down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete at the track
The C R U attack
Scandalous from here to now
Back up to the isle it's ill like dust

Now who's rollin' through?
And yo who fucks with Nobody
And yo who got bamboo?
Aight blow the Lydians, the blunts and some brew

Yo, I be in the staircase beers
Smoke pass while I freestyle for my
Thought ya front, with cars in they peeps
askin' me for new Cru treats

Junk a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
Go see my joint, get they back out
Place L.I.P. the Lafayette
Lock it to ya brain, so ya forget

from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
To the niggas and the kids on lock down
I'm from the isle, I'm the isle

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair
I'm from the isle, I'm from the
To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock
I'm from the isle, I'm from the

Comin' from L.I.P., keep it
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't
Comin' L.I.P. gots to keep it real
And ya don't stop and ya stop and ya don't stop

If you buffin',
If you rollin',
If you smokin',
If you hit it, it

Yo, inhale the blunts that I got Havana
I'm waitin' till the like Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with this butter, go to this
To have ya head bobbin a hunch born uckin'

Yo, it's the island were Knights dwell
Few blocks the number six train 'L'
Can be a good in the hood way
Or the fun can to guns and it could spray

But that's the way of the jungle
humble, ya be ready to gun bumble
'Cuz it's real like that all
And the thing applies when ya come to my town

from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
I'm from the isle, I'm from the
To the ghetto and the kids on lock down
I'm from the isle, I'm the isle

Straight L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
I'm from the isle, I'm from the
To the ghetto niggas and the on lock down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

It ain't gonna rain no more, no
Well, it ain't rain no more
It ain't gonna no more, no more
Well, it ain't gonna no more

Knock knock on the door, the Mighty Ha
The one that the hooks with the rugged and the raw
I rest in L.I.P. and to my
Bring more noise to and glock

it, word one, two check it
Have ya head and for bag in the deck
In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to
Bounce to the ash, like the

Chillin' with sittin in Ferico
Oh shit, now I'm on
to the head, butter lingo
See low, crack, L.I.P. hit bingo