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 ghetto and the kids on lock down
I'm from the isle, I'm from the

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

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

Yo, I be in the staircase beers
pass while I freestyle for my peers
Thought play ya front, with cars in peeps
Peeps me for new Cru treats

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

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

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

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

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

But that's the way of the concrete
Walk humble, ya be to gun bumble
it's real like that all around
And the same applies when ya come to my town

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

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

Knock knock on the door, it's the Ha
The one bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw
I in L.I.P. and to my props
Bring more noise to chip and

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

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