Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your rhymes when you high
I say I write my best cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these into a legit business
Now run along and go home to wives
And leave me and Slug here to with these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
Mixed malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Messiah uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the is new?
I'm wit Atmos and the crew
To do this you style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's just my point of
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all will
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
Now getting ran by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send man over
Pardon, you step to this
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come stacked boy, it no need to go there
I knock out, y'all scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest for the bloody start
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
Catch is to turn king to wrist cutters
trust it ain't no regular shit
That's a asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! a magic act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, three
Leaver be three strikes, visa three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
And looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but enough
To lean on top of this with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I swear
To fight the good fight as long as I'm
But sometimes the good don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had here
gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those left ain't got no
You give em an inch they try to take a whole
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump your brakes, in your lane
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass before I make change

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't nothing free, a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the drums while none of us it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my on the court
While you complain and get some more
Might explain why your can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in your