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

Straight 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

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

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

Yo, I be in the drinkin' beers
Smoke while I freestyle for my peers
Thought play ya front, with cars in peeps
Peeps askin' me for new Cru

Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no
Go see my joint, get back blown 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 from the isle, I'm from the
To the ghetto and the kids on lock down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

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

from L.I.P., keep 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 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, the blunts that I got from Havana
I'm waitin' the tale like Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with this butter, go to this
To have ya head bobbin like a hunch uckin'

Yo, it's the island Urban Knights dwell
Few from the number six train 'L'
Can be a good in the hood 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
'Cuz it's real that all around
And the same thing applies ya come to my town

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin'
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

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin'
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

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

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
more noise to chip and glock

Check it, word one, two it
Have ya noddin' 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, lingo
See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit