Luyện nghe bài hát The Art Of Easing

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Automatic,


Just it in

The right
The tight
Departing out of Crooklyn, type night
The gear the god was type way out of sight
past the projects
Seen my man,
Steelo fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the money out this

I handle streets, all type
Just a seven no ???

She got
Cause I gots the voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron
Uptown across down, from the with no faking
to my marrow, then
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now push they blow out
A nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject herbs
word to green herb
Now the
I that like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and snare
panther
Answers to the nom de butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a dip state, I contemplate
Whose avenue be the most bacon?
My gets the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus
I call bust out, wassup?
Seems that the team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your is phatty

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I ride the c local, and tilt my army
Milt bless the vibes, pro
Built with the fives, my then amplified
Sounds as we ease, the New York moon
as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self say that exists
on the ships, with irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles they
Now they try to move us, for the we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, seen rain
Plus seen my moneys smoked for change
I face left in the up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks deep down into the train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a
When I was a ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was just that
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
The crown says I'm down, the ground up

But what if emcee

Come on, go

Easin in as as I can

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

When the mic counts
My amounts is
I shoot out
I get that loot out cause I'm
Hit you with the gold grin, with diamond look
Muhammad em, Nikki paid him
I was
I tell an emcee in a eye
That you as crack
got my back
And we can laugh

And for example, we swift
Lifted up on
And for complexing, brass and brown skin
We of this, built this with south boogie

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
Pass the ruck, or get by my comrade's badge
like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as as I can

Quiet please, please
to this class
Black 700 the art of easing
I'm your conductor instructor Mr.
Take a look at syllabus
You are to be plushed out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
Quiet in the back, quiet please
You will have two
And finally, we are taking a trip
To the East Housing
Projects speak slang
caeser, superfly, golden
These are the we want you portrayed in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
you