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

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

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

Now rollin' through? Nobody
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 staircase beers
Smoke while I freestyle for my peers
Thought ya front, with cars in they peeps
Peeps me for new Cru treats

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that's the way of the jungle
Walk humble, ya be ready to gun
'Cuz it's real like all around
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 niggas and the kids on lock
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 the isle
To the niggas and the kids on lock down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

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

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

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

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