Luyện nghe bài hát Turntables & a Mic

Aiyyo Spider, this what missing huh?
Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the
Leaning the eighties, Bs on the Mercedes
Piff lit, out some shit to the ladies
three-eighty, too small to go on my hip
So I just keep it right next to my
I'm a B-Boy standing in my stance
But I don't breakdance ever since More Chance'
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it +BIG+ like that Bed'-Stuy'
M.O.P. blasting, yeah 'Blucka
I don't throw it back, I'm just cool that
White tee, white terrycloth, 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 she stuttered, haha
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 precaution
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
Police and ruin our night, let's go
Go hoodlums, go
Police thank everyone but men got
Couple of revolvers, and some slugs
Sheek watch the news, I if I'm going for a cruise
The got a fresh fuse
on him, break beating, bringing it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it
Bringing it back, bringing it back, on him
Now its CDs, no
Sheek go back like the first +Lionel+
ask me to spit, I said sure
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 with
With two hoodrats that could be models, if they lose weight
But I'm good, a fat ass to me is
Old Levi's, five-oh-one, wash 'em one time, they
Eff it, I got more in the
to the Stan Smiths, next to the pump
You hear that bump when it's on, the crowd jump
Drinks get spilled, the get crunk
I'm back on it, I got straight hood
Either way you put it, all good music, let's go