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 drop out high school, Big Ill
And me Mr. Raspy, Al
To my LIC representin' Conspiracy
Yeah, Soundwave, 'em off

You say you never heard the
I'm about to break 'em off 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 in the heavens like a celestial guardian
The one who blocks the bullets you're wildin' out partyin'

Believe in the MC, 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
is virtual reality

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

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

When I was ten they took my at the precinct
in the days I was a juvenile delinquent
So don't with me 'cause I'm psychotic
I kick the hard shit and let my man get

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

Patrollin' out the fiery pits
I turn a 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 madre
That means your mama wanna suck my dick,
The bitch is a hoe so you I'm gonna bag it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of
LIC, code name master
Flowin' at a velocity possibly
MC's might snitch, the cops on me

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