Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Be Known

(feat. (Little Brother))

I don't think it I do it
still thinkin it's just music, but
J. is a just movement, so you should just adjust to it
our whole attitude is fuck losin
People on the outside, sayin he do it
Cause all niggaz make is love songs and drug
I don't sip Dom P, but it with Von P
And now I'm with P, Boot Camp who the fuck knew it?
in the buildin, but me and Sean's
into buildin joints that rock hard like Benatar
More than an MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker
and and every verse is a seminar
And each and every is a miniature
representation of the divine revelation he send to
Up next to get it as as we distribute these
to the public sorry if I'm offendin y'all
'Te the crew rocker, overseas shoe
In Mangiano's, orderin two
Back in the days them say he too proper
Now he's the main attraction Mufasa
I ain't +lion+, but if you think that I tryin
to be the best you to rewind this
Big Pooh and Dru Ha standin this
You now, been in tune to the finest
Von - 'em~!

Von]
The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock
{Te: Phonte, J. League, what'chu know about
The camp, the click, the crew play song, get nice
{SP: Sean P, Boot Camp, what'chu know about
They better get it while it's gettin 'fore the is gone
{Te: Cause right here, right now, yeah know about it}
It's Sean P, Phonte, nigga let it be
Let it be known, let it be...

Price:]
I don't dap it, I just it
Y'all still thinkin just rappin, but
Camp is a tough unit, so you should just adjust to it
Cause my whole attitude is do it
in my project sayin Ruck yo fuck music
I've lovin rap since, Run was +Krush Groove'n+
I don't eat tofu, I drink soy milk
Always into pah, don't get your boy kilt
... Lyrically I'm 'em
Call 'te him I got yay in Wilburton
... Call up of my fam
And these crackers crack a hundred a gram
I got a gun in my hand; make me take your life
I do wrong just to shit right, RIGHT~?!
I thank God for, and Dru
Without a deal, who knows what the I'd do?
Probably, stand on the corner with a gun and a
Act wrong, strong, put your son in a sleeper
'Sup the reefer? I gotta roll me a joint
the chorus and I'll prove my point, P!