Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, show you how to again
(Show you how to again)
It's the rap again yo, yo

Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose
I carrys the heaterz,
Small timers, get left for in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, my lead
(Me and my about to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, you're not in my
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you clown MCs

I rock for all my
(I for all my niggaz)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, crooked is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap
Hittin' like a back
(I slap kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they jeans mad

In the crooked I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the crooked I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

In the crooked I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

Stingy with my doe, even with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya
your composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the outta here)
Who 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But you see Vivica, tell her she a fox

We rollin', big truck, on chrome
(Twistin' a bone)
to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you come to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like posin'
niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing

In the crooked letter I, do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

In the crooked letter I, do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the crooked I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Beware, danger, shoot off your
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't out 'til the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I murder you with your gun
When I start off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your

I Double O 3, time no see
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see
think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key
know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap rap no more, what would it be?
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, be the weed
That's

In the letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

housing, loose linx
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in
To the million kid Y
SI, NY,
Sick eyes, 7
Big nut, up?

Big up to denaun, lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a call Staten the tri-borough, now on
we'll try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
Fuck