Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
Till death do us, can't us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it matter
Holler if you this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger jackin
steal

[Billy
Now we have met and connect with a lot of MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to arms
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you belong around here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, school jewels
I'm never followin fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own rules
So what's it be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate habits
And the best way is to eliminate these
All attended
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a man in a field with anger
Now ain't ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll

Hook:
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they us, get wild

[Lil
Who wanna go the man, that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my empire
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' thru alot
Took alot, took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, up some trees an'
Reminisce on them I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent
You see I really meant that, for the memories I back
Lil Fame never was a ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass
So when you crack ya and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe That was my nigga

You did ya hit you had to do
Five and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out mom had late shifts and same mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they care who the fuck knows
I'm followed and find and fucked up
Before I out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in jack act
on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shit out)

Yea, salute,