Luyện nghe bài hát The Art Of Easing

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the
Automatic,


Just it in

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

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

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

If beats is phatty

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

in as slick as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I ride the c local, and my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, the New York moon
Pounds as we dip, increase New York tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that
Imported on the ships, with irons 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, plus rain
Plus seen my moneys getting for change
I face in the round up
up the god
the devil
Blow to the
Sinks deep down into the blue cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you a gangster
When I was a youngster ate and black
had a pistol it was just like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
The crown I'm down, from the ground up

But what if comes

on, emcee go

Easin in as as I can

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

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

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

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, quiet
to this class
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm your conductor instructor Mr.
Take a look at your
You are to be plushed out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
please in the back, quiet please
You will have two
And finally, we are taking a field
To the Star Housing
Projects speak perfect
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the images we want you in
Please, could you be quiet Mr.
you