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 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 this

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

She got
I gots the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie with no
Ghetto to my marrow,
Ease on back to
it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one fives
The
The eject these
That's to green herb
Now the
I play that like, primo supreme
Nappy hair, oil slick, to kick and dirty snare
Little
to the nom de plum butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a dip state, I contemplate
Whose be making the most bacon?
My honey the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming in the central ave. bus stop
I call bust out, wassup?
Seems that the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and

If your is phatty

And on
I'm gone
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, with no limo
I ride the c local, and my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique amplified
as we ease, beneath the New York moon
Pounds as we dip, increase New York tunes
the universe I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self say that exists
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to move us, for the styles we
But I, seen it sunny, plus rain
Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for
I face in the round up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks deep into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you a gangster
I was a youngster ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was like that
Old earth gave me to her coach and power records
Pumas these busy b mic checkin's
The crown says I'm down, the ground up

But what if comes

on, emcee go

Easin in as as I can

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

the mic check counts
My amounts is
I shoot out
I get loot out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold grin, with diamond look
made em, Nikki paid him
I was
I tell an emcee in a eye
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we both can

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

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's
Just 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 instructor Mr. Castro
Take a look at your
You are to be plushed out, and dip daily
Guess, suits, timbs, lugz, whatever
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 images we you portrayed in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
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