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 LIC representin' Conspiracy
Yeah, Soundwave, 'em off

You say you never the sound
I'm about to 'em off somethin' right now
Open up mind and let me in
Knock, knock, who speaks in the of sin?

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

in the MC, 'cause 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
This is reality

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

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

When I was ten took my flick at the precinct
Back in the days I was a delinquent
So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm
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 that I'm holdin' is

Patrollin' out the fiery pits
I turn a page as my diary
Deeper, I see Mack type figure, who is he?
Bitches wanna know, so Ill get

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

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

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

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

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 in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'

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

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

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

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

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