Luyện nghe bài hát Project Blowed

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

blowed what's the code
I rockin' mics since I was 12 years old
I was in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and everything they can grab
niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and break you off a
People are strange, and are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something to have
It started at the good life, house of the first
We snatched out of they mouths when they were biting
There was more exciting then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and God was born
He said please the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for life
The city griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The they got their styles from, but claimed
never knew

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

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

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

What's the
Yo I'd to send a special shout out to ben caldwell
respect, thank
You for everything 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 ever a rapper with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme,
Leimert park and turn into a landmine
tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so
My man bad drew gots the fresh
And got the sound set bangin' from behind
5000 boomin' watts, network state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday
Where we the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all don't mistake for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it at the project blowed

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