Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this it's missing huh?
Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the
Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the
Piff lit, yelling out some shit to the
Chrome three-eighty, too to go on my hip
So I just keep it next to my grip
I'm a B-Boy standing in my B-Boy
But I don't breakdance since 'One More Chance'
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it +BIG+ that Bed'-Stuy' muh'fucker
M.O.P. blasting, 'Blucka Blucka'
I don't throw it back, I'm just cool like
tee, white terrycloth, Fila hat
You know the is here
You'd think Flex the car show a little bit early this year
Old totally gutted
Copped it an old man, when I got it it was totally flooded
Now this one chick seen it and totally
"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 year and a day Kim
way your chances of beating me are slim
I'm not him, please precaution
Your boy Sheek pull baby out like an abortion, let's go
Two turntables and a mic, go
It ain't over till someone fight, go
Police and ruin 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 going for a
The got a fresh fuse
Apache on him, break beating, bringing it
it back, bringing it back, bringing it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go back like the first +Lionel+
They ask me to spit, I sure
I had to what the game missing now, straight up raw
I ain't no backpacker, I'm a smacker
A {?} nutcracker
I'm in the with bottles
With two hoodrats that could be models, if lose some weight
But I'm good, a fat ass to me is
Old Levi's, five-oh-one, 'em one time, they done
Eff it, I got in the trunk
Next to the Stan Smiths, next to the
You hear that bump when it's on, the crowd jump
Drinks get spilled, the crowd get
I'm on it, I got straight hood music
Either way you put it, it's all good music, go