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 "Ed Sullivan Show"
I literally front, I'm back like never befo' (oh!)
rap my letter to hoes
Dear prostitute, I miss y'all lettin me slap my on your nose
the fuck 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 a crook and a star
Had some bars but I left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)

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

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

Da 5'9"]
Do y'all want with us? I guess not
Broadcastin live from a pot
The steeets know we nice, try your best shot
Speech coded in ice, hot
(c'mon) get cool
Beef in big shoes, gun repetitive call it Chip-Fu
You never 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 ounce of
Still them chips, for real mami, Slaughterhouse in this {"BITCH!"}

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

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