Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

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

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

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

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

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

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and ain't gotta go home
(But y'all get the fuck outta here)
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, her she a fox

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

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

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 flares
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I probably you with your gun
When I start off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth

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

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

Homicide housing, loose
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the dollar kid Y
SI, NY,
Sick eyes, 7
Big nut, up?

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