Luyện nghe bài hát Afro Connections at a Hi 5

This is dedicated to all those acts
Yeah, you know them that we used to
up to, that fell the fuck off
And now they doing all that sh
You mean and Blues?
No, rappin'

A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I smack a if you thinks
My connection thick
Dick headed like a punk
I miles with a rhythmic lip
I an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
I play the tough

And me and pull puffs on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I
So I puff a blunt, I front
I get spliffed, get a stiff, then I go hump a
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a ho
That's 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my life is
Every hour, minute, every second

I keep a level and stay down to earth
'Cause I've an Afro since birth
Yeah, now I my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live
I've got beepers, you scab
But you can find me on the Ave
You niggas cheat me, well that!
My breath never smells

I eat the Tic-Tac
I kiss myself I always jump back
Yo, gee, this is stack and you know that

I do three flips when a punk flip on my duke
But I flex more when I'm asleep
On the other with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her ear locks
But I may, she round me like a donut
She got but I bite my way out
brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue's

Lick 'em real good, a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers
I ran a cop down, I a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause I a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get gonads
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a
'Cause with the Afro is real

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro a diss
Because it's to bluff a cab
No wonder Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size and half
I kicks my tricks, is to for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I

With the quickness I bust the slang
no pit to those who don't understand

The Maseo got tailed with the big
I busted loose but now the blue is on my tail
I seen the go lower than it is
He don't care, 'cause his selling crack to the kids
My are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, quick
If a nigga some shibi dibi dit

My is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's
My favorite chops and plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem,
And the be the crown in
And the but the connections are still a high-five

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