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 never the sound
I'm to break 'em off somethin' right now
Open up your and let me in
Knock, knock, who in the voice of sin?

Must drop to your knees, please just
A tale of black men reminiscin'
I hover in the heavens like a guardian
The one who the bullets 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'
'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Big Ill, LIC
This is 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 fuck around, who 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 took my flick at the
Back in the days I was a juvenile
So don't fuck me 'cause I'm psychotic
I kick the hard and let my man get melodic

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

Patrollin' out the fiery pits
I a page 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 Chung
Tu [Incomprehensible]
That means your mama wanna suck my dick,
The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm bag it

We moves over funky fat grooves
And to crews that don't paid we bad news
So who gang 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 knock the shit out of ass with the quick fast
Who wanna fuck around, who clown
With two niggas from the Brooklyn underground?
Who wanna around, who wanna clown
With two niggas from the Uptown underground

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

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

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

LIC, I'm givin' lashes,
Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, asses
Just when I put the 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 clap you
Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after
Like a criminal committin' crime after crime

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

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