Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock (hoop Hop)

M.O.P.]
Hahaha... they they rid ourselves
We definitely got to give the 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 middle like
I'll piss on you, let every elements go
All you pussies is fucked, me now celibate Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, let's go "Ed Sullivan Show"
I can't front, I'm back like never befo' (oh!)
I'ma rap my letter to
Dear prostitute, I y'all lettin me slap my head on your nose
Where the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on head in that 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, that Woodstock hood hop!
Hands up if you fuckin 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 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 degree
the Circle 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 don't be a
you see me rockin that, L.A. Kings 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 want problems with us? I guess not
Broadcastin live from a 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 heard of me mami you excused
I don't only dudes
You sleepin on us, that's what it is - just
that I ain't gettin a wink of 'til you lookin at the back of your lids
I'm a lyrical of PIFF
Still countin them chips, for real mami, in this {"BITCH!"}

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

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