Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

M.O.P.]
Hahaha... they they rid ourselves
We definitely got to give the drummer (c'mon!)
(c'mon!) M.O.P. (c'mon!)
(c'mon!)

[Joell
H-E- (what?) L-L-O, I'm one of a show
I'm the best, you stuck in the like L-M-N-O
I'll piss on you, let every toxic go
All you pussies is fucked, call me now Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, let's go "Ed Sullivan Show"
I literally can't front, I'm back like befo' (oh!)
I'ma rap my to hoes
Dear prostitute, I miss lettin me slap my head on your nose
Where the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on head in that Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm in between a crook and a star
Had some more bars but I left my rap in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)

M.O.P.]
Yo, that Woodstock hood hop!
Hands up if you with it
We reppin Brooklyn (c'mon!) (c'mon!)
Beach (c'mon!) Detroit (c'mon!)

I]
Geah, spaz out, a nigga ass out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a mouth
Coast shit, seven-deuce glass house
Got a (Lil' Fame) so me and my (Posse Out) (ohh!)
I ain't got a degree
Just the of Bosses, the Slaughter's in me - pardon me G
I just wanna fuck daughter and flee
And leave all that married in the background like I'm Father MC
Ha ha, cocky, but be a copycat
When you see me that, L.A. Kings hockey hat
I'm the of L.A., do you copy that?
It's time for some like Obama in a laundry-mat

Da 5'9"]
Do y'all want problems with us? I not
Broadcastin live a Pyrex pot
The steeets know we nice, try your best shot
Speech coded in ice, hot
Everybody (c'mon) get
Beef in big shoes, gun talkin call it Chip-Fu
You ain't never heard of me mami you
I only diss dudes
You sleepin on us, that's it is - just understand
that I ain't gettin a wink of sleep you lookin at the back of your lids
I'm a ounce of PIFF
countin them chips, for real mami, Slaughterhouse in this {"BITCH!"}

[Joe
Look, I'm not a gang-banger, like game changer
tamed anger, alias lover name changer
Liable to pop at and aim flamers
I'm why parents told you not to entertain strangers
get it, top notch, flow sickest
Best out, don't blame me it's no
So on the road to riches
now on call me Mr. Weiss, they chasin all of your old bitches
From the New Jersey and I claim this
Oxymoron, rob with the dirty and
Cock back, high saddity so I keep the top
So when the streets is watchin, I watch back

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