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, 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 to break 'em off somethin' right now
up your mind and let me in
Knock, knock, who in the voice of sin?

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

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

A rap fantasy of the life of beings
through the eyes of the one foreseeing
Funkin' 'em up, on to the right
I'm funkin' 'em up, on to the left
The Uptown Connect gonna you to death

Who fuck around, who wanna clown
two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?
Well, the backstabber, the double-crosssin' 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 days I was a juvenile
So don't fuck with me I'm psychotic
I the hard shit and let my man get melodic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But aight '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