Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa homeboys
That's the low-g
Puttin' it down for the nina
We givin' prop, we did this week
So don't trip, if we forgot click

I move a pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you twenty-five times
Another fool down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
Turn your back on gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes really for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't round, pop pop,
your whole click catch the greyhound

Geto boys, master p, dj screw, kid frost, deep,
Ese fools, ice-t, fat pat, enemy,
We, put the on beats

Makaveli, rakim, hillwood hustlers, hated,
Too $hort, thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the on beats

& move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right
Act a when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the in the smoke-ray lac
I in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven seville
My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the
Bump in the trunk, weed to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in locations
Professional, but test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an
have it, causing panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one saw my magic
Gifted child, raised in the wild
Put the on beats, who trippin' now?

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 1,
Herschelwood hardheadz, g,
We, put the streets on

Dj quik, big fifty snipe, rage,
20-2-life, n.w.a., kim, rasheed,
We, put the streets on

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up
understandable, not to mention
What I'm stressin' you second guessin'
Dope itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers slimier than seaweed
to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the nation, layin' foundation
The biggest that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I bombs on cd-roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin'
Only real niggas know I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the I am usin'

garden, e.s.g., street military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the on beats

cricket troublemaker, a.c. chill,
Biggie smalls, outkast, hill
shade of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on