Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
Till death do us, move us
We can or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this,
gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
steal

[Billy
Now we have met and connect with a lot of MC's [sho nuff]
Raised to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we harm
It's near [yeah, clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong around here
I'm fish scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, school jewels
I'm followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it be, let me know
Bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these
All disrespect
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a strange man in a with anger
Now that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

Hook:
Till ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild

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

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and ya get sumo
this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late and same mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't who the fuck knows
I'm sutile and find and fucked up
I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin act
Jersey's on the map for car and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the outta niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,