Luyện nghe bài hát The Brooklyn Uptown Connection

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

You say you never heard the
I'm to break 'em off somethin' right now
Open up mind and let me in
Knock, knock, who speaks in the voice of

Must drop to your knees, just listen
A tale of four men reminiscin'
I hover in the like a celestial guardian
The one who blocks the bullets when 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 named Al Skratch, the Big Ill, LIC
This is reality

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

Who wanna around, who wanna clown
two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?
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 me 'cause I'm psychotic
I kick the shit 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' out the fiery pits
I turn a page as my gets
Deeper, I see this type figure, who is he?
wanna know, so Ill get busy

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

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

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

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

On a microphone alone in a of danger
rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber
Word up, you never heard of one murder one
Bustin' more slugs in indulge in drug-sellin'

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

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

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

A gun-clapper type of rapper
LIC, code name come-off-the-head
at a high 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 and the whole muthafuckin' crew
I'm out