Luyện nghe bài hát The Brooklyn Uptown Connection

Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause is how we do it
We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien
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 never the sound
I'm to break 'em off somethin' right now
Open up your and let me in
Knock, knock, who speaks in the of sin?

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

Believe in the MC, you can see me not
Soundwave, faster the dot on the Glock
cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'
'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Big Ill, LIC
This is virtual

A rap fantasy of the of four beings
through the eyes of the one foreseeing
Funkin' 'em up, come on to the
I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the
The Connect gonna funk you to death

Who wanna around, who wanna clown
With two from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?
Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin'
Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please doubt me

When I was ten they my flick at the precinct
in the days I was a juvenile delinquent
So don't fuck with me I'm psychotic
I kick the shit 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

Patrollin' out the fiery pits
I turn a page as my gets
Deeper, I see this Mack figure, who is he?
Bitches know, so Ill get busy

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

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

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

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

On a microphone alone in a zone of
rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber
Word up, you never of one murder one felon
Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in

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

LIC, I'm lashes, slashes
Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, asses
Just when I put the to spots
Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for props

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

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

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