Luyện nghe bài hát The Brooklyn Uptown Connection

Yeah, 1 2, get ready, this is how we do it
We got my man in the house, Alien Nation
To my nigga, the low-down dirty out from high school, Big Ill
And me Mr. Raspy, Al
To my nigga LIC Conspiracy
Yeah, Soundwave, 'em off

You say you heard the sound
I'm about to break 'em off somethin' now
up your mind and let me in
Knock, knock, who speaks in the of sin?

Must drop to your knees, please listen
A of four black men reminiscin'
I hover in the like a celestial guardian
The one who blocks the when you're wildin' out partyin'

in the MC, 'cause you can see me not
Soundwave, faster than the dot on the
Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you
'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Big Ill, LIC
This is reality

A rap fantasy of the life of four
Seen through the of the one foreseeing
Funkin' 'em up, on to the right
I'm 'em up, come on to the left
The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to

Who wanna fuck around, who clown
With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown
Well, it's the backstabber, the alki
Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga don't doubt me

When I was ten they took my flick at the
Back in the I was a juvenile delinquent
So fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic
I kick the hard and let my man get melodic

Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin',
I'll you up and leave you swollen
The mic I'm holdin' is golden

straight out the fiery pits
I a page as my diary gets
Deeper, I see this type figure, who is he?
wanna know, so Ill get busy

I got the latest news, ask Conny
Tu [Incomprehensible]
That means mama wanna suck my dick, fagot
The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm bag it

We makin' moves funky fat grooves
And to crews that don't dues we bad news
So who gang bang, tell me who can hang slang
Is what I kick, stay off my dick,

With the glock you could on my block
And I'll knock the out of your ass with the quick fast
Who wanna fuck around, who clown
With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown
Who wanna fuck around, who clown
With two niggas from the Uptown underground

Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow
Headcrackin' like celo
Comin' from below the gutter, I'm with my cutter
For a fronter tryin' to front, word to

On a alone in a zone of danger
With rhymes written on my in a chamber
Word up, you heard of one murder one felon
Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in

I greenbacks from the wizzacks
Give up raw facts for fakin' jacks
Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm crazy papers
Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body

LIC, I'm givin' lashes,
classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses
Just when I put the ambush to
Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' for they props

The flow is on point, on target, sharp,
Lyrical gun I pack you with, then clap you with
after rhzzyme, time after time
Like a career criminal crime after crime

A [Incomprehensible] type of rapper
LIC, code name come-off-the-head
Flowin' at a high possibly
MC's might snitch, the cops on me

But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here me
LIC Conspiracy
One love, baby, the connection
Ill and Al and the whole muthafuckin' crew
I'm out