Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

I move a hundred pounds in my town
Come around fuck 'em with my underground
Puffin' clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another puttin' down the truth,
You can't fuck with the on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
Turn back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes really for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my don't play round, pop pop,
Make your 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, thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the streets on

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a fool 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 seville
My cadillac got a 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 in seven locations
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an
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, mass 187, 1,
hardheadz, tolo g,
We, put the on beats

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
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' leave you second
sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more 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 problem that facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, now I drop bombs on cd-roms
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow to the styles I am usin'

Trinity garden, e.s.g., street military, bam,
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the streets on

Wicked troublemaker, a.c. chill,
smalls, outkast, cypress hill
Lighter of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on