Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

This is the stick up boom for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear
Give the question, I'm tired of guessin'

The Nubian the X a lot of fame
But it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that intended
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of pants

Old kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat of fac
I got a three, oh, so P.O. back
I'm with the uptown baldies, that were Lords

Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no
blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hard punks, crack heads and even trunks
Wanna the truth, so they flock to my roof

New I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X ever take a fall
After gettin' all of this, man you're

The way, I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I 'cause I work real hard
Wake up in the at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some sweets

So all been told, black youth essential
From the hard blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God real hard

right, the L O R D, J A M A R
Says peace and U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin' to crack
Brand tracks are filled with black facts

Now I ain't Humpty chump, see
I ain't fallin', you can go in
All the king's horses and all the men
Try to knock me off you never see day again

My ready
And my scope with the beam steady
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and a buck
How could I kill a man, well, I just don't a fuck, so

Check out the dread lock, the dead rock
With my bald head, like the top ten
We're bound to win, 'cause God don't ugly
You get slugged rushed raped and mugged G

I don't be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin' sharp like Edward
It's ninety-two and of we grew seeds
planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew

And if you're thinking we're a hoe in the game
We wreck to your brain