Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

M.O.P.]
Hahaha... they think rid ourselves
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 of a show
I'm the best, you stuck in the like L-M-N-O
piss on you, let every toxic elements go
All you is fucked, call me now celibate Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, go rock "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 head on nose
Where the fuck is my guitar? It of went far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie in that Brook-lyn bar
Man I'm somewhere in between a and a star
Had some more bars but I left my rap in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)

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

I]
Geah, spaz out, knock a ass out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass
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 fuck daughter and flee
And all that married shit in the background 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 king of L.A., do you copy
It's time for change like Obama in a laundry-mat

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

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

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