Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my crew is in the
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, bless
Big twan, Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it this

Aiyo, folks who quote I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get
You niggas be thinkin' kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes'
So just dash or trespass and get your chest

Rap New rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, 'cause these hurt
I'm from the alley, not the

I'm hotter than Cali, like Harry
And Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles, hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime

Now time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I cracks, collected some dough stacks
gats, a joker got his soul taxed
N O rated, you no made it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your trash gutter
I'm rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for Lord prayer
Power struck, drops the follow up
luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

For those don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on some murder
And when I talk word is ruff
on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break
Then wind up in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad
Aiyo, my are more funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step to and get sliced with ease
Ate up rice and peas
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm nice with

Ask the nigga in my last
He I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I tear
Peace to big l, straight from
I'm the fuck up outta

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I the mic like it's plastic
I rag 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get body blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I the hotties home
Here's some advice, I'm mad
Aiyo, I'm to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life
My melon got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, I drops in
The top ten is when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't a fuse to blow
the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if ever jumped off
I never soft, I gotta pump that sawed off
And I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you come up missin' like a cup

Rappers be funny like flesh, they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get when it comes to static
There you it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
the peace that cease 'cause once I release

My crew from the east, we at least
20 deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break
I jack with def gats and black
On ave ain't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your took

I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my like a hellraiser
I'm trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but
Boom, bye, bye, dem find batty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call 'em valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots back in
And people wanna know the why I blow my fuse
I'm in a daze and I'm so
From heads shake so many times the lead make
And Boogie's next up, and keep my head straight

I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like a bomb threat
they know when I start droppin' poems
That I be knockin' domes, poppin' and
niggas, hoppin' home
Word to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to this

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I need a gun for you, none of you
'Cause I can you dead with the lead from my no 2
And death in every paragraph
And niggas learn I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No to question am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa with a mac 10
And niggas half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, finished makin' it tough
to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough
True,

And before I get up outta
I gotta say peace to D and short man
Brothers was there since the beginning
up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crew
Peace to murder and the B B O crew

The out crew, the M and M crew
And all the crews that's representin' in Harlem
You know what I'm sayin'? And last but not
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L
My crew, up