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

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

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

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

Who wanna around, who wanna clown
With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown
Well, the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki
Stagger as I'm babblin', so please don't doubt me

When I was ten they took my flick at the
Back in the I was a juvenile delinquent
So don't fuck with me I'm psychotic
I kick the hard and let my man get melodic

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

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

I got the latest news, ask Conny
Tu [Incomprehensible]
That means your mama 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 don't paid dues we bad
So who wanna bang, tell me who can hang slang
Is I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang

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

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

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

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

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

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

A [Incomprehensible] type of rapper
LIC, code name master
Flowin' at a high possibly
MC's snitch, call the cops on me

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