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, Alien
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 heard the sound
I'm about to break 'em off right now
Open up mind and let me in
Knock, knock, who in the voice of sin?

Must 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 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 you somethin'
that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC
This is virtual

A rap fantasy of the 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 funk you to death

Who wanna fuck around, who clown
With two niggas from the Uptown underground?
Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin'
Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't me

I was ten they took my flick at the precinct
Back in the days I was a juvenile
So don't fuck me 'cause I'm psychotic
I kick the hard shit and let my man get

Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin',
I'll you up and leave you swollen
The mic that I'm 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 news, ask Conny Chung
Tu madre
That means your mama 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, stay off my dick,

the glock you could 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 Uptown underground?
Who wanna around, who wanna clown
With two from the Brooklyn Uptown underground

Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free steelo
Headcrackin' niggas like
from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter
For a tryin' 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 one felon
more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'

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

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

The flow is on point, on target, sharp,
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 [Incomprehensible] type of
LIC, code name master
at a high velocity possibly
MC's might snitch, the cops on me

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