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

Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete 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 through? Nobody
And yo who with Cru? Nobody
And yo who got bamboo?
Aight blow the Lydians, gets the and some brew

Yo, I be in the staircase beers
Smoke pass while I for my peers
Thought play ya front, cars in they peeps
askin' me for new Cru treats

Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no
Go see my joint, get back blown out
Place L.I.P. the Lafayette
it to ya brain, so ya never forget

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

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

Comin' from L.I.P., keep it
And ya don't and ya don't stop and ya don't stop
Comin' 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 blunts that I got Havana
I'm till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with this butter, go to cook
To have ya head 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 spray

But that's the way of the concrete
humble, ya be ready to gun bumble
'Cuz it's like 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 the isle, I'm from the isle
To the niggas 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 rain no more, no more
Well, it ain't gonna rain no
It ain't rain no more, no more
Well, it ain't rain no more

Knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
The one bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw
I rest in L.I.P. and to my
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. back to
Bounce to the ash, the [Incomprehensible]

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