Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', workin'
Party if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and
sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots to it.
Rip the system to shreds, the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the said.
is your introduction to the new episode.
With the Double I down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core
everybody to the right, all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, now.
So I got down with the git for Illtown.
it's the fine fanny,
I my mammy.
And you could ask my Randy,
I'm grateful for my nanny that's my mother's mammy.
Two brothers with different fathers but we're still family.
how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets.
'cause I wind
up doing that same old shit.
Like clockin', rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', ass is shot.

Can you chill a can can you a can can you kill a can I know I can I
know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking this
can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should predicted her quick trip and Stayed
cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond the
unbelievable bastard I be believe that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore now she poor looks to get richer by
rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get now forgive the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but ain't seem my music crushed in the
streets preach love hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain your establishment let's get specific style
that's twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel
Christmas won't this slick shit

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch get cut bring it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but is the matter matter
of fact I want to hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores
truck I should of told you Large sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in with no lunches step with the punches and try some
butt crunches get your hands clapping and the back and keep a cool
head for all my packing attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
done traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles that
ass now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back and leave you
layin' there as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end I Chuckie after this instead of beef
you'll be givin me chicken at lackin' lucky so worlds fear these
and there'll be no you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
what's check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be
caught in the the hill ordeal it's ill

man this is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way
beneath the sheets full blows get to the upper dome and continue
to go on until up and gone

When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle my
friends straight like testicles bowling for dollars rollin' for
rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten

scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and yeah and ya don't stop lust check
out us Illtown rock