Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, spots found
The diction to detox, three now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, to hold back
Go with the flow, know you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a dope
Smoke stack, Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life it, pat
Never wanna see the world into a track
I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no
If we one in the same, you for change

(The Grouch)]
Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"
(Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em a "one")
Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two"
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
feelin' the styles

[Verse
Hey, I got Blues train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys packs
In the belly of the beast the life go flat
But the is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated words like sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, can't touch it
and rugged, how you love it, with no budget
Independent game, man, with my slang
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain like fountains to it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my team

[Hook-The Grouch (Zion) F.A.B.}]
{Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"}
(Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(F.A.B., Hit 'Em a "one")
Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
feelin' the styles

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the beat give life to souls
The rhymes turn to red bulls
The is a whole nother level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My define great, the crime rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why
now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's sold out
My gold out, but I'm my soul out
I never change, only my shows get out
So, what's the science? Don't be
My music turn to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, and Zion
F.A.B. is who I am

[Hook-The (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}]
Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"
(Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em a "one")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the