Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

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

[Joell
(what?) L-L-O, I'm one hell 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 never (oh!)
I'ma rap my to hoes
Dear prostitute, I miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your
Where the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm in between a crook and a star
Had more bars 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 with it
We reppin Brooklyn (c'mon!) (c'mon!)
Long (c'mon!) Detroit (c'mon!)

I]
Geah, out, knock a nigga ass out
Knew he had a paper thin and a glass mouth
Coast shit, seven-deuce glass house
Got a (Lil' Fame) so me and my (Posse Out) (ohh!)
I ain't got a degree
the Circle 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 I'm Father MC
Ha ha, cocky, but be a copycat
you see me rockin 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 want problems with us? I guess not
Broadcastin from a Pyrex pot
The know that 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 don't diss dudes
You sleepin on us, that's what it is - just
that I ain't gettin a wink of sleep 'til you at the back of your lids
I'm a ounce of PIFF
Still countin them chips, for real mami, Slaughterhouse in {"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 your told you not to entertain strangers
Dope get it, top notch, sickest
Best out, don't blame me it's no
So vicious on the road to
now on call me Mr. Weiss, they chasin all of your old bitches
From the hood New Jersey and I this
Oxymoron, rob the dirty and stainless
Cock back, high saddity so I the top back
So when the streets is watchin, I could back

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