Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

M.O.P.]
Hahaha... they think they rid
We got to give the drummer somethin (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 middle L-M-N-O
I'll on you, let every toxic elements go
All you pussies is fucked, me now celibate Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, let's go rock "Ed 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 my head on your nose
Where the is my guitar? It couldn't of went far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a
Had some 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 fuckin it
We Brooklyn (c'mon!) Jersey (c'mon!)
Long Beach (c'mon!) (c'mon!)

I]
Geah, out, knock a nigga ass out
Knew he had a thin chin and a glass mouth
West Coast shit, seven-deuce house
Got a (Lil' Fame) so me and my (Posse Out) (ohh!)
I got a college degree
Just the Circle of Bosses, the Slaughter's in me - me G
I just wanna your daughter and flee
And all that married shit in the background like 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 change like Obama in a laundry-mat

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

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

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