Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
That's the nigga
Puttin' it down for the eight
We givin' prop, what we did week
So don't trip, if we forgot your

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle
Come around fuck 'em down with my
pow-wow clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like shines on the high
rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Another fool puttin' the truth,
You can't fuck the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she go, fuck 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, stay ground, my don't play round, pop pop,
Make your click 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 streets on

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

Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, 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, up national
understandable, not to mention
What I'm leave you second guessin'
Dope itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem that facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop on cd-roms
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the I am usin'

Trinity garden, e.s.g., street military, bam,
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