Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

We on our third song, we on our song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official with mine I'm double
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters like niggaz doin deals
Fo' cut 50 like a and a half

I cut the brick and now we countin' the math, we that birdplay
My crew's committed, you dudes get it
a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Queens to the bridge

We in the studio the Figgaro done did it
We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin' a
I got out in the Bronx where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no game the underground, came from the underground

Pushin' a thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin'
JT, boss from the Bay
And rest in to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga?
JT, another boss the Bay
And in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

Hey, yo, it seem to me like e'rybody got own truth
me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner

A little too, to stand on the block
And a too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm the Eastside, yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that

Gimme a bad end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a passion

I slash ya face and you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya up

Listen, before I get up in the I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood, you how the forces get
It's the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change 'round reppin' my set

Momma used to look at me she could tell her baby boy changed
be out there gettin' some money
But a price for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll back the calico

Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do
Bitch up, in your crib, or pull them tools out?
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and hands with Jake

what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the spot a [unverified] in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, raw than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better to your dame

That's just, part of the and you got served
Who got nerve Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' like guys
You must be or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the
And I don't even know why I'm wastin' my
I oughta be like and be fakin' my death

I keep that good shit it's so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a