Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this what it's huh?
Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the
Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the
lit, yelling out some shit to the ladies
Chrome three-eighty, too to go on my hip
So I just it right next to my grip
I'm a B-Boy standing in my B-Boy
But I don't breakdance ever since 'One More
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it like that Bed'-Stuy' muh'fucker
M.O.P. blasting, yeah Blucka'
I throw it back, I'm just cool like that
tee, white terrycloth, Fila hat
You the goons is here
You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early year
Old Caprices totally
it from an old man, when I got it it was totally flooded
Now this one chick it and totally nutted
"Sh-Sh-Sh-Sheek." that's she stuttered, haha
I'm an O-D-L-U-M
In the streets but still fly high Jim
I do ten or, and a and a day like Kim
Either way your chances of me are slim
I'm not him, please precaution
Your boy pull that baby out like an abortion, let's go
Two and a mic, let's go
It over till someone fight, let's go
Police come and our night, let's go
Go hoodlums, go
Police thank everyone but men got
Couple of revolvers, clips and some
Sheek watch the news, I know if I'm for a cruise
The stashbox got a fresh
Apache on him, break beating, bringing it
Bringing it back, it back, bringing it back
Bringing it back, it back, apache on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go back like the Jeffersons' first
ask me to spit, I said sure
I had to think what the missing now, straight up raw
I ain't no backpacker, I'm a smacker
A {?} nutcracker
I'm in the hood with
two hoodrats that could be models, if they lose some weight
But I'm good, a fat ass to me is
Old Levi's, five-oh-one, wash 'em one time, they
Eff it, I got in the trunk
Next to the Stan Smiths, next to the
You hear that bump when it's come on, the jump
Drinks get spilled, the get crunk
I'm back on it, I got hood music
Either way you put it, it's all music, let's go