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 elements go
All you is fucked, call 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 in that Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm somewhere in a crook and a star
Had some more bars but I 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 Brooklyn (c'mon!) (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 shit, seven-deuce glass house
Got a (Lil' Fame) so me and my (Posse Out) (ohh!)
I ain't got a college
Just the Circle of Bosses, the in me - pardon me G
I just wanna your daughter and flee
And leave all that married shit in the background like I'm MC
Ha ha, cocky, but be a copycat
When you see me rockin that, L.A. hockey hat
I'm the king of L.A., do you copy
time for some change like Obama in a laundry-mat

Da 5'9"]
Do y'all want problems us? I guess not
live from a Pyrex pot
The steeets know that we nice, try your best
coded in ice, dialect's 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 only dudes
You on us, that's what it is - just understand
that I gettin a wink of sleep 'til you lookin 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, more like changer
with anger, alias lover name changer
Liable to pop at and aim flamers
I'm why parents told you not to entertain 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, chasin all of your old bitches
From the New Jersey and I claim this
Oxymoron, rob the dirty and stainless
Cock back, high so I keep the top back
So when the streets is watchin, I watch back

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