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 the isle, I'm from the isle

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

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

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

like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
Go see my joint, get they blown out
Place L.I.P. the name
Lock it to ya brain, so ya 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 kids on 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' 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 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 tale like Burnaby in
Toast this butter, go to cook this
To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born

Yo, it's the were Urban Knights dwell
Few blocks from the 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 that all around
And the thing applies when 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 ghetto niggas and the 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 niggas and the kids on down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

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 gonna rain no more

Knock knock on the door, the Mighty Ha
The one bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw
I rest in L.I.P. and to my
Bring more noise to and glock

Check it, word one, two it
ya head noddin' and for bag in the deck
In the Bronx, L.I.P. to rocks
Bounce to the ash, 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