Luyện nghe bài hát Return to da Wrongside

I was out to bomb Vietnam but in this rhyme
I'm the suspect, handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet
It seems the block watch got open like a box top
Wanted props and called up the cops

While Momma is in the kitchen flippin'
Trippin' 'cause spray caps is missin' and I without permission
I got bagged with the darkest black I had
An easy 'cause my tag is on my book bag

As I was shadowed musta heard the bag rattle
Tipped the cops off and ran up, before I the top off
Got interrogated crews I never heard of
Got my wrote on and treated like I did a murder

sermons on property value and city workshops
Slapped with a fine, now in my record a new notch
The misdemeanor comin' back at cha
For the long ride, as we return to the side

Out to burn, rackin' paints by the to provide
Tracks as we return to da
Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must
As we to da wrongside

More better styles and wack writers step
ride, as we return to da wrongside
Newark, New Jers, Brick City we
Big up to BS as we to da wrongside

Once more, we have in store graffiti
In depth to score points, what this joint
All graffiti writers, we justice, to this art
We take to heart but missed

The actual Facts, paint with fat
Artistic gestures, flat or be the texture
If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on
Galleries, droppin' all the calories

They crackin' down to us back down
But we still wreckin', who remember 67?
Peace to Insta, a mad tag in December
Protective los for the winter

Get in the subject, on how say we suspects
me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec
Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to
The true art so, pass laws just to catch

Certain writers, most bite us
L S B S, L T D is on the path
Try to bring an understanding, respect demanding
Wrongside tales, we never fail the plannin'

Fatter jams on the air must
The weak can't as we return to da wrongside
More joints on tape, compromise
Better in size as we return to da

Toys bite my tags, throwups and old
Thowin' crews up, they can't be with, and catchin' beatings
Me and my stay close-knit
niggaz say, "Oh shit" about our dope shit, takin' cities in doses

With a tag here and a tag there next
It'll be everywhere, me if you dare
It's rare for me not to have a after dark
'Cause I've been in this to win since niggaz used to say spark

Yo, I got the black designers and the bag
sure I got the uni for the on tour tag
Saying we 'cause mad terror in the city
Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no
On any surface, hurtin' it, in it
Create with the Krylon, be fantastic

Artistic misfits, gifted with the sketchbook
And the paint, the status top rank
With ink stained hands, I master plans
cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off

Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on
It's a while but I keep mechanicals on file for every new jack
And non-believer not knowin' my background jump
Sleepin' 'cause only see me with blunts

My ghetto cartoons just how I feel
my culture and not off it is the deal
I'm so ill with skill and I'm up to par
Not your everyday rap star, who we are

Like conquering lions, we do our with strong pride
For the long ride, tellin' from the wrongside

KRS keeps the stage show
Sharper than knives, as we from da wrongside
PNB Nation, no
Blazin', as we from da wrongside

Peeps sleep, these brothers coincide
in stride, as we return from da wrongside
Comp hide, toy niggaz take a
Kickin' skills live, as we return da wrongside

Uhh, it's that
Layin' down on the map
crew in the house
Like like that, so whatchu want?

For the who? You know the
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Crossin' out all
Wack rappin' ass