Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

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

[Joell
H-E- (what?) L-L-O, I'm one hell of a
I'm the best, you in the middle like L-M-N-O
I'll on you, let every toxic elements go
All you pussies is fucked, call me now Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, let's go rock "Ed Show"
I literally can't front, I'm back never befo' (oh!)
I'ma rap my to hoes
Dear prostitute, I miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your
the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of went far
Oh yeah, I it on homie head in that Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a
Had some more but I left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)

M.O.P.]
Yo, this that Woodstock hop!
Hands up if you fuckin it
We Brooklyn (c'mon!) Jersey (c'mon!)
Long (c'mon!) Detroit (c'mon!)

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

Da 5'9"]
Do y'all want problems us? I guess not
Broadcastin live from a pot
The steeets know that we nice, try best shot
coded in ice, dialect's hot
Everybody (c'mon) get
Beef in big shoes, gun talkin repetitive it Chip-Fu
You ain't heard of me mami you excused
I don't diss dudes
You sleepin on us, that's it is - just understand
that I ain't a wink of sleep 'til you lookin at the back of your lids
I'm a lyrical of PIFF
Still them chips, for real mami, Slaughterhouse in this {"BITCH!"}

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

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