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

we make it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track
The C R U attack
from here to now just
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 drinkin'
Smoke pass while I freestyle for my
Thought ya front, with cars in they peeps
askin' 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 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 the isle

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

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

Yo, the island were Urban Knights dwell
Few blocks the number six train 'L'
Can be a stay in the hood way
Or the fun can turn to guns and it 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 same thing applies when ya come to my

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 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 from the isle, I'm the isle

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

Knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
The one that bring the with the rugged and the raw
I in L.I.P. and to my props
Bring noise 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. to rocks
to the ash, like the [Incomprehensible]

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