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 week
So don't trip, if we forgot click

I move a hundred pounds in my town
around fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' clouds in my t.p.
But my hollerin' release me
time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five
Another fool puttin' the truth,
You can't fuck with the on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my
Is you hoes really ready for the take
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't round, pop pop,
Make your whole click catch the

Geto boys, p, dj screw, kid frost, mobb 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 streets on

Stick & move, hittin' lics, 'em left to right
Act a fool when I one two the mic
Come with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the
in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an
Gotta have it, causing with an automatic
And myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who now?

Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, 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, up national
It's understandable, not to
I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my cd pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than
Jus' to pee-wee, son you too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat 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 drop bombs on
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, cypress
Lighter of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on