Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

M.O.P.]
Hahaha... they think rid ourselves
We definitely got to give the drummer (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 me slap my head on your nose
the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of went far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in that bar
Man I'm somewhere in a crook and a star
Had some more but I left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)

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

I]
Geah, spaz out, knock a ass out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a mouth
West Coast shit, glass house
Got a (Lil' Fame) so me and my (Posse Out) (ohh!)
I got a college degree
Just the of Bosses, the Slaughter's in me - pardon me G
I just wanna fuck daughter and flee
And leave all that 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 king of L.A., do you that?
It's for some change like Obama in a laundry-mat

Da 5'9"]
Do want problems with us? I guess not
Broadcastin live from a 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 it Chip-Fu
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 wink of sleep 'til you lookin at the back of your
I'm a ounce of PIFF
Still countin them chips, for mami, Slaughterhouse in this {"BITCH!"}

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

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