Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this what missing 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 keep it right next to my grip
I'm a B-Boy in my B-Boy stance
But I don't breakdance since 'One More Chance'
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it +BIG+ like 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 know the is here
You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early this
Old Caprices totally
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 what she stuttered,
I'm an O-D-L-U-M
In the streets but still fly like Jim
I do ten or, and a year and a day Kim
Either way your of beating me are slim
I'm not him, please precaution
Your boy Sheek pull that baby out an abortion, let's go
Two and a mic, let's go
It ain't till someone fight, let's go
Police come and our night, let's go
Go hoodlums, go
thank everyone but men got drugs
Couple of revolvers, clips and some
watch the news, I know if I'm going for a cruise
The stashbox got a fuse
Apache on him, break beating, it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it
Bringing it back, it back, apache on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go back the Jeffersons' first +Lionel+
They ask me to spit, I sure
I had to think what the game missing now, up raw
I ain't no backpacker, I'm a clown
A {?} nutcracker
I'm in the with bottles
With two hoodrats that could be models, if they lose some
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, to the pump
You hear that bump when it's come on, the jump
Drinks get spilled, the crowd get
I'm back on it, I got straight music
way you put it, it's all good music, let's go