Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
the nigga low-g
Puttin' it down for the nina
We givin' prop, what we did this
So don't trip, if we forgot click

I move a hundred pounds in my town
Come around fuck 'em with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
fool puttin' 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, hill hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, clown in my h-town
Is you really ready for the take down?
Break down, ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make whole click catch the greyhound

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

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

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

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, up national
understandable, not to mention
What I'm stressin' leave you guessin'
Dope itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the underground nation, layin'
The problem that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin'
Only real niggas where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow to the styles 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 on beats