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

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

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

Yo, I be in the drinkin' beers
pass while I freestyle for my peers
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 back out
L.I.P. the name 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 niggas and the kids on lock
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 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 and ya don't stop
Comin' from L.I.P. gots to it real
And ya stop 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 that I got from Havana
I'm waitin' till the like Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with this butter, go to this
To have ya bobbin like a hunch born uckin'

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

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

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

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

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

knock on the door, it's the Mighty 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 and glock

it, word one, two check it
Have ya head and for bag in the deck
In the Bronx, L.I.P. to rocks
Bounce to the ash, like the

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