Luyện nghe bài hát Strapped

Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty
bringin' this one home for the [?] (J Dilla!)
Detroit City, there's nothin' us
(What's down?)
(Real) yo!

I sit on the end at the movies and let my stick out
Any nigga with a get his teeth chipped out
around and get your fleet picked out
My nina ross is like window defrost when heat kick out (out!)
Bring heater when you come to the D
That's why the reads B.Y.O.G
Beyond focus, graduated the ranks of hopeless
shot, my gun scopeless
It's Detroit's turn, sit and learn
we kick back and yearn, sip yac and burn
The weed, you wanna challenge my theory my nigga
Let's bleed, turn the Great Lakes into the Red
I smell the bitch in you niggas here
I'm in your face so I'm positive you're me clear (yeah!)
It's all there will be no fakin'
So you pussy niggas should consider

We gunmen, armed with artillery
Strapped, livin' the live, this rap, nigga
Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya
Got a [?] of [?]

at the game we play, but the way that we play it
Mad to beat it and Jay Dee to it
Guilt for the get-away and the haters
Fuck sayin' your names, makin' 'em
[?] for bullyshit, so you need them house shoes
Or nothin', just what peeon niggas amount to
When we through, don't get nervous
You gets no on some no shoes no shirt shit
Is it serious Wait for the verdict
It be in your favor the case and the jury is bribed
You can it to [?]
I spit it, it burns, you better I'm one of the greatest alive
And got somethin' to say? on the balls
invade, it's over for y'all (motherfuckers)