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

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

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

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

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

Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no
Go see my joint, get back blown out
L.I.P. the name Lafayette
Lock it to ya brain, so ya forget

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

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

Yo, it's the island Urban Knights dwell
Few from the number six train '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 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 kids on lock
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 the isle

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

knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
The one that the hooks with the rugged and the raw
I rest in L.I.P. and to my
Bring more noise to chip and

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

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