Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

I move a pounds in my hustle town
Come around 'em down with my underground
pow-wow clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' hollerin' me
Prime time like shines on the high
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five
Another fool down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn your on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes ready for the take down?
Break down, ground, my niggas don't 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 streets on

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

Stick & move, lics, sweep 'em left to right
Act a fool when I one two the mic
Come trip the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven seville
My got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in locations
Professional, but test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm than an eskimo
have it, causing panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
Gifted child, raised in the wicked
Put the street on beats, who now?

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 streets on

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 steady
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, foundation
The biggest that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop on cd-roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you bubblegum
Only niggas 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., military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the streets on

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