Luyện nghe bài hát Tiger Style Crane

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Yo, crack the Martin
For niggas pumpin' by the mini-market
Bring it you see me park it
I think big Diddy office
I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my family like Richard Dawson
The survey I'm hot in right in your apartment
This Brick City, right New York
Yeah, the streets is watchin' Mimes wanna talk
I run up on a DJ, em' on camera
Makin' sure I get my wax on Daniel-san
Feel my geniune draft, not
I could walk up in a church a start a Pit up
Yeah, I the pain
11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Crane
I'm nigga, ridin' that Gravy Train
The rap criminal, my artifact is to tame
wanna complain, no use in barkin'
Cuz we can go like Pam and Martin
And smoke a carton of Newports nigga
On my New Jersey shit, and New nigga

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out the nigga flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch a nigga broke
And know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4
Fuck tryin' to a pack of protein, cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?]
smoke rings in the meetin'
If I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you ain't eatin'
Our leader won't take no shorts, I know
D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta
I'm always on point, skip of slip
My bitch stay to kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to out
I through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner
My dogs do it on camera, and to
I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gamma
I ride a rider should
And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like
Hardcore in the blood, get the best in
Put the eye yo' watch cuz I'm pressed for time, nigga