Luyện nghe bài hát Style I Bring

Service and devotion, I to continue
the style I bring you-the style I bring you
In the Hotel and they're turning down the beds
And I came to love to the west coast heads
Love letters to Brooklyn from the Hills
No frills, a thrill seeking real cheap thrills
Like rain crying into a
out, come out wherever you are
I said come out, come out you are
To all the MC's/to the gay MC's (but they orange trees in LA)
To the hearts of
NYC change, summers fold
And I I'm geeting old

Service and devotion, I motion to
With the style I bring style I bring you

We're round, our feet are flying over the ground
No to sleep
I'm writing rhymes and you're sheep
From the coast to the west coast
There is one ghost-hiding in your dreams and lurking unbeknowst
Asking are you afraid of-why you have the chills?
we rock the bottom of the valleys to the top of the hills
Now paying close attenion to all of our verses
you're learning all the words and counting all of the curses
And I don't know where I'mm going cause I can't to see
Beyond through the haze, through the cloouds how it'll be
And the past is but a memory to me

Service and devotion, I motion to
With the style I bring you-the style I you

and cowering and tumbling and falling
my telephone keeps but I said to stop calling me
My head is with cotton, now it's soaked up in the years
And it's soaked in the tears and the fears and the
Everyday I be rotting up in urban
You know i'm headed to the Betty said this in the worst way
Insanity and vanity, I'm into sin i said
"Oh the humanity" and another valium
And Muggs not drugs-hugs and kisses
I'm that crasy b*tch who flips all of the
Oh boy-listen to me When I say hop that
'cause you've got to lose
And everything, everything, eveerything to

Service and devotion, I to continue
With the style I bring you-the I bring you