Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
That's the low-g
it down for the nina eight
We givin' prop, what we did this
So trip, if we forgot your click

I move a hundred pounds in my town
Come around fuck 'em down my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hollerin' release me
Prime like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you twenty-five times
Another puttin' down the truth,
You can't with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you really ready 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 streets on

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

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to
Act a when I one two check the mic
Come trip the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and no way back
Creep the seven seven convertible
My got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a with no patience
Got a dopehouse in locations
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
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,
hardheadz, tolo g,
We, put the on beats

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

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up
It's understandable, not to
What I'm leave you second guessin'
sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, foundation
The problem that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop on cd-roms
Your get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the styles I am

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, cypress
shade of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on