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

You say you heard the sound
I'm about to break 'em off somethin' now
Open up your 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 like a celestial guardian
The one who blocks the bullets when wildin' out partyin'

in the MC, 'cause you can see me not
Soundwave, than the dot on the Glock
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 through the of the one foreseeing
Funkin' 'em up, come on to the
I'm funkin' 'em up, on to the left
The Connect gonna funk you to death

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna
With two from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?
Well, it's the backstabber, the alki
as I'm babblin', so nigga 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',
lump you up and leave you swollen
The mic I'm holdin' is golden

straight out the fiery pits
I turn a as my diary gets
Deeper, I see Mack 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 moves over funky fat grooves
And to crews that don't dues we bad news
So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang
Is what I kick, stay off my dick,

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 Uptown
Who wanna around, who wanna clown
With two niggas from the Brooklyn underground

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

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

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

LIC, I'm givin' lashes,
Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, 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,
gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with
Rhyme after rhzzyme, time time
Like a criminal committin' crime after crime

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

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