Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Stakes is High

(when I)
(first heard)
(criminal)
(minded)
(I was in...)
(damn, was i? )
(...seventh grade)
(battlin' other emcee)
(smokin' a and drinkin' a 40 down lower east side with my niggas)
(I have no idea where I was, it was so ago)
(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the long
Expressway when I it)
(rooselvelt projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of when I was really little and I was doing the
Wop with girl)
(red alert played one of the on the radio)
(it was so ago)
(yo merce, up, this is hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, hype
Party when I
Krs' criminal minded. call you back, peace.)

(all right!)
(all right!)
(all right!)
(all right!)

Channeling, in sync so my brings that testament
To cover inches of funk
like as if I was the dalek himself
Specialising in like the it's of
Elephants, hits bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too and
Major soul than james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to stay like
Patrick and i'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, sue, running you the links
weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are
as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a thinker
A fresh scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the without weed influence
So stick to you naughty by natures and kane
'cause that I based upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I wish I had the bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I take the one free
I got the chandelier, kick, by my man
Little elf, big four gets the for the self
Long island living, what, twelve o'clock
Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in bottle
it and drink, what bees gotta be's
'cause I snort the
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal grooves ain't the
I hips to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the of a prince
That brother been down ever soaked cheese
And motor go
Hey, how ya
Now, in front of big lou's fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little
Straight to my
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, miles straight to my avenue
I'm for the bigger e, for the bitter oe, not me
my malibu, child, here's my malibu
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...