Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this what it's huh?
Walk a diddy-bop, arm out the hard-top
Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the
Piff lit, yelling out some shit to the
three-eighty, too small to go on my hip
So I just it right next to my grip
I'm a B-Boy standing in my stance
But I don't ever since 'One More Chance'
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it +BIG+ that Bed'-Stuy' muh'fucker
M.O.P. blasting, yeah Blucka'
I throw it back, I'm just cool like that
White tee, white terrycloth, hat
You the goons is here
You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early this
Old Caprices totally
Copped it from an old man, I got it it was totally flooded
Now one chick seen it and totally nutted
"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 chances of beating me are
I'm not him, please take
Your boy Sheek that baby out like an abortion, let's go
Two and a mic, let's go
It ain't over till fight, let's go
come and ruin our night, let's go
Go hoodlums, go
thank everyone but men got drugs
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
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 first +Lionel+
They ask me to spit, I said
I had to think the game missing now, straight up raw
I ain't no backpacker, I'm a clown
A {?} nutcracker
I'm in the with bottles
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, done
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 crowd
get spilled, the crowd get crunk
I'm back on it, I got straight hood
Either way you put it, it's all good music, go