Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad 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 buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can on yelling, the cops won't come
You beef, we got burgers and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up

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

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the in my eye
You see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
with malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja uh huh, hello America

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

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hard for the love of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite 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 a cataract
Poof! a magic act

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

7 - Blueprint]
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To fight the good fight as long as I'm
But the good fight don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
gone now, we all on our own now
And most of left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a mile
Too to keep 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

8 - Slug]
Break these down, count your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown
So god bless the now and give it
To the sound of the while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you and get high some more
Might explain why your team can't find
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm in your city?