Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa homeboys
That's the nigga
Puttin' it down for the nina
We prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we your click

I move a hundred in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like shines on the high
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
fool puttin' down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, straight in my h-town
Is you really ready for the take down?
Break down, ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole catch the greyhound

boys, master 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, bone thugs, pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the on beats

Stick & move, hittin' lics, 'em left to right
Act a fool I one two check the mic
Come with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my
I'm the homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the pedestal I'm than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
Gifted child, raised in the wicked
Put the street on beats, who trippin'

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 on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, up national
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' you second guessin'
Dope 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' pussy-cat tweety!
On the nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, calm, cause now I drop bombs on cd-roms
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under
Run up on houston, and bow down to the styles I am

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

cricket troublemaker, a.c. chill,
Biggie smalls, outkast, cypress
shade of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on