Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

Yo this goes out to hip hop wide.
Straight from park, california, los angeles.
Yo, in the hip hop struggle, in the life
Struggle, makin' a name for themselves,
History, a change.
all the project blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the pushers.
This goes out to everybody doin' it on own
legends, c.v.e.,
Hieroglyphics, crew, global phlowtaions.

blowed what's the code
I been mics since I was 12 years old
I was in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and that they can grab
Some niggas on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to you up and break you off a slab
are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something to have
It started at the good life, of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of they mouths they were biting
was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
On and exposition God was born
He said please the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship it and we held it for dear life
The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the
The ones got their styles from, but claimed
They never

Already...yeah
The underground source, everyone
feeds from.
Influence the industry in a round way.
up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
Jurassic 5, erule,

What's up saucey, what's up trend,
Manifesto, hip hop clan.

Well the parties jumpin', the is packed
And when a like this I'm ready to rap
But I can bust a rhyme on the mic
I gotta serve you in a just to ear my stripes
The scared battle dog, with the underground
it, tryin' to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain down in
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give it away
Build a shop round where I stay
people got the love, but they don't know the way
Some people the way, but they don't know what to say
And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and
Better watch the in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert very own aceyalone
The one who made the whole come off the dome
Up at the

the code
Yo I'd to send a special shout out to ben caldwell
respect, thank
You for you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins.
Much respect due to the prophets.
The last poets, and all the other poets out
love
What's up a.k.

You seen a rapper with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud smoke to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
park and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew gots the designs
And got the sound set bangin' from behind
5000 boomin' watts, kaos state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every night
we give the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for
While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the blowed

What's the
Yo, special out to all the God love,
And all the out there,
Positivity all the men and women.
Yo, up to my homie djinji brown, diamond d,
star, de la soul,
konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.
There's a whole lotta people out I respect.
bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.