Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

I move a hundred pounds in my town
Come around fuck 'em down my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like shines on the mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another fool puttin' the truth,
You can't fuck with the on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood 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, 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 streets on

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

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a fool I one two check the mic
trip 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 verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't test my
On the pedestal I'm colder than an
Gotta have it, causing 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, 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
understandable, not to mention
What I'm stressin' leave you second
Dope sell itself, saw my cd pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, layin'
The biggest problem h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, now I drop bombs on cd-roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you bubblegum
real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow to the styles I am usin'

Trinity garden, e.s.g., street military, bam,
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the on beats

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