Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this what it's missing
with a diddy-bop, arm out the hard-top
Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the
Piff lit, yelling out some 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 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 don't throw it back, I'm just cool like
White tee, terrycloth, Fila hat
You know the is here
You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early year
Old totally gutted
Copped it from an old man, when I got it it was flooded
Now one chick seen 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 chances 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
Police thank but men got drugs
Couple of revolvers, and some 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, it back, bringing it back
it back, bringing it back, apache on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go back the Jeffersons' first +Lionel+
They ask me to spit, I said
I had to think what the game now, straight 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 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 more in the
Next to the Stan Smiths, to the pump
You hear that when it's come on, the crowd jump
Drinks get spilled, the get crunk
I'm back on it, I got hood music
Either way you put it, all good music, let's go