Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

I move a hundred in my hustle town
Come fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
fool puttin' down the truth,
You fuck with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown 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 click 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, hillwood hustlers, hated,
Too $hort, thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the on beats

& move, hittin' 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 convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the I'm colder 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 now?

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 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 leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my cd steady
It see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the underground nation, foundation
The biggest problem that facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, now I drop bombs on cd-roms
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
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., military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the streets on

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