Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
the nigga low-g
Puttin' it down for the nina
We prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we forgot click

I move a pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down with my
Puffin' clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you twenty-five times
fool 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,
your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas play 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, hustlers, most hated,
Too $hort, bone thugs, pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the on beats

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a when I one two check the mic
Come with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and no way back
Creep the seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot 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 test my
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin'

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 1,
hardheadz, tolo 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, blowin' up
It's understandable, not to
I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the underground nation, layin'
The biggest problem that facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I bombs on cd-roms
Your 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., military, bam, al-d
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 on beats