Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, what it's missing huh?
Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the
like the eighties, Bs on the Mercedes
Piff lit, yelling out shit to the ladies
three-eighty, too small to go on my hip
So I just it right next to my grip
I'm a standing in my B-Boy stance
But I don't ever 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 goons is
think Flex started the car show a little bit early this year
Old Caprices totally
Copped it from an old man, I got it it was totally flooded
Now this one chick seen it and totally
"Sh-Sh-Sh-Sheek." what she stuttered, haha
I'm an O-D-L-U-M
In the but still fly high like Jim
I do ten or, and a year and a day Kim
Either way your chances of me are slim
I'm not him, please precaution
Your boy Sheek pull that out like an abortion, let's go
Two turntables and a mic, go
It ain't over till someone fight, go
Police come and ruin our night, go
Go hoodlums, go
Police everyone but men got drugs
Couple of revolvers, clips and slugs
watch the news, I know if I'm going for a cruise
The stashbox got a fresh
on him, break beating, bringing it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it
it back, bringing it back, apache on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go like the Jeffersons' 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 hood 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 Smiths, next to the pump
You hear bump when it's come on, the crowd jump
get spilled, the crowd get crunk
I'm on it, I got straight hood music
Either way you put it, all good music, let's go