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

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 where it's ill like dust

Now who's rollin' Nobody
And yo who with Cru? Nobody
And yo who got bamboo?
Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some

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

Junk a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
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 niggas and the kids on lock down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

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

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

Yo, the island were Urban Knights dwell
Few from the number six train 'L'
Can be a good in the hood 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 real like all around
And the same applies when ya come to my town

Straight 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 down
I'm the isle, I'm from the isle

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

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

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

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

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