Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

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

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

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

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut it to my
illtown grounds and lose your but whaqt is the matter matter
of I don't want to hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores
truck I of told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no 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
traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack that
ass back now how's that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
layin' flat as a flapjack

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

a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
what's happenin'? check the on the real it's best to chill don't be
caught in the down the hill ordeal ill

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

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

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