Luyện nghe bài hát Shout Out to Lost Boyz

[dj
Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area
With the lb fam, love peace and
A sample, but first..
My man canibus, rip shit down, ha ha

Yo, yo, yo
Lost the beasts from the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks
And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the
Love peace and nappiness into your on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, the sound
Of my voice'll give you a positive urine
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than fiends
smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we shit
We invested all of legal drug money
Showin love to each and every that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or knockin it
Music makin you high, you that urge
To two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're fuckin the lb fam, we do what we gotta do
You get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a
Rap at killers who carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the down
Before heavy d bounced to uptown became a town
Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, the shortest
But he still gets on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, us the money
Cause we still hungry, we still got the in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, dressin
shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low
Get a production deal, start our own record
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about we wanna rap
our walls with plaques
Summertime or better degree weather
Nine-seven dj and lb fam forever

[dj
What? ! dj clue, all up in ya

Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz man
I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you
To face me, you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a pinata out of you
Flow as as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my from
Uptown harlem, is I get my lye from
My cousin mad guns, is where I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes
I'm not a being
I'm the being ill with a i.q. that's off the scale
If could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm to be the head instead of the tail
I followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in
Stood before the judge told him I was forced to
And how I for mines to get paid in full
Then I went for again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, niggaz
On the floor, em too a biggie smalls song
"turn your head round," me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever
"turn your head round," give me the
I'd rather be a for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*