Luyện nghe bài hát The Art Of Easing

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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The tight
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
past the projects
Seen my man,
type fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the money out piece

I streets, all type slick
like a seven no ???

She got
Cause I the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, the boogie with no faking
to my marrow, then
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now push they blow out
A slicker pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one fives
The
The these herbs
That's to green herb
Now the
I play that like, supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty
Little
Answers to the nom de plum
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
Whose be making the most bacon?
My gets the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the ave. bus stop
I call bust out, wassup?
Seems the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your beats is

And on
I'm gone
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer with no
I ride the c local, and tilt my brimmer
Milt the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, the New York moon
as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the universe I
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to move us, for the styles we
But I, it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my moneys smoked for change
I face in the round up
up the god
When the
Blow to the
Sinks down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we you ain't a gangster
When I was a youngster ate jazz and
had a pistol it was just like that
Old earth me kisses to her coach and power records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
The crown I'm down, from the ground up

But what if emcee

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The right
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday
The gear the god was rocking way out of sight
Limping the projects
See my man,

the mic check counts
My amounts is
I don't out
I get that loot out I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold front grin, diamond look
Muhammad made em, Nikki him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

And for example, we this
up on luck
And for complexing, like brass and brown
We of this, built this with south down

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my badge
Just my mom and dad had it
And did it

in as slick as I can

Quiet please, quiet
to this class
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm your conductor Mr. Castro
a look at your syllabus
You are required to be plushed out, and dip
Guess, suits, timbs, lugz, whatever
Quiet please in the back, please
You have two texts
And finally, we are a field trip
To the East Housing
Projects speak perfect
caeser, superfly, golden
These are the we want you portrayed in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
you