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

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

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

Yo, I be in the staircase beers
Smoke pass while I freestyle for my
Thought play ya front, with cars in they
Peeps me for new Cru treats

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

Straight L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
I'm from the isle, I'm from the
To the ghetto and the kids 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 the isle
To the ghetto niggas and the kids on down
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 don't
Comin' from L.I.P. gots to 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 blunts that I got from
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 island were Urban dwell
Few blocks from the number six 'L'
Can be a good stay in the way
Or the fun can to guns and it could spray

But that's the way of the concrete
Walk humble, ya be ready to gun
'Cuz real like that all around
And the same applies when ya come to my town

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

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 kids on lock
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 gonna rain no more, no more
Well, it gonna rain no more

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

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