Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From L.I.P.

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

Aiyo we it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track
The C R U uptown
from here to now just
Back up to the where it's ill like dust

Now who's rollin' through?
And yo who with Cru? 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 play ya front, with cars in they
Peeps me for new Cru treats

like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
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 the isle
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 actin'
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 from the

Comin' L.I.P., keep it real
And ya don't and ya don't stop and ya don't stop
from L.I.P. gots to keep it real
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 Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with butter, go to cook this
To have ya head bobbin like a hunch uckin'

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

But the way of the concrete jungle
humble, ya be ready to gun bumble
'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 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

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

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

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

Check it, word one, two 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
to the head, butter lingo
See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit