Luyện nghe bài hát Strapped

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

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

We barricaded gunmen, with artillery
Strapped, the live, this ain't rap, nigga
It's Guilt and attackin' ya
Got a [?] of [?]

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