Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

I move a pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down my underground
pow-wow clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like shines on the high
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another fool down the truth,
You can't fuck the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, clown in my h-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take
Break down, stay ground, my niggas play round, pop pop,
your 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, 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
trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this and there's 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 fool no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one saw my magic
Gifted child, 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 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
I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my cd steady
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too 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, calm, cause now I drop bombs on cd-roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin'
Only real know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the styles I am

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

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