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

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

Aiyo we make it go woo, like Rock at the track
The C R U uptown
Scandalous from to now just
Back up to the isle where ill like dust

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

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

Junk a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
Go see my joint, get they blown out
Place L.I.P. the name
it to ya brain, so ya never forget

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

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

Comin' from L.I.P., it real
And ya don't stop and ya stop and ya don't stop
Comin' from L.I.P. gots to keep it
And ya don't and ya don't 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 tale Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with butter, go to cook this
To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born

Yo, it's the island were Urban Knights
Few from the number six train 'L'
Can be a stay in the hood way
Or the fun can turn to guns and it spray

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

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

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

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

Knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
The one that bring the hooks the rugged and the raw
I rest in L.I.P. and to my
Bring more to chip and glock

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

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