Luyện nghe bài hát The Brooklyn Uptown Connection

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

Must drop to your knees, please just
A tale of four men reminiscin'
I hover in the heavens like a guardian
The one who blocks the bullets when wildin' out partyin'

Believe in the MC, you can see me not
Soundwave, than the dot on the Glock
Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you
'Bout that guy Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC
is virtual reality

A rap of the life of four beings
Seen through the of the one foreseeing
Funkin' 'em up, on to the right
I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the
The Uptown Connect gonna 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 don't 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 hard shit and let my man get

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

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

I got the latest news, ask Conny
Tu madre
That means your wanna suck my dick, fagot
The bitch is a hoe so you I'm gonna bag it

We makin' over funky fat grooves
And to crews that paid dues we bad news
So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can slang
Is what I kick, stay off my dick,

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

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

On a microphone alone in a of danger
rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber
Word up, you heard of one murder one felon
Bustin' more slugs in thugs in drug-sellin'

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

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

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

A gun-clapper type of rapper
LIC, code name come-off-the-head
at a high velocity possibly
MC's snitch, call the cops on me

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