Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
That's the nigga
Puttin' it down for the nina
We givin' prop, what we did this
So don't trip, if we forgot click

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle
Come around fuck 'em with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you twenty-five times
Another fool down the truth,
You can't fuck the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, clown in my h-town
Is you really ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole click the greyhound

Geto boys, p, dj screw, kid frost, mobb deep,
Ese fools, ice-t, fat pat, enemy,
We, put the on beats

Makaveli, rakim, hillwood hustlers, hated,
Too $hort, bone thugs, pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the streets on

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a fool when I one two the mic
Come trip with the in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and no way back
the seven seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't test my
On the pedestal I'm colder an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
Gifted child, in the wicked wild
Put the on beats, who trippin' now?

Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, 1,
hardheadz, tolo g,
We, put the on beats

Dj quik, big snipe, criminal rage,
20-2-life, n.w.a., kim, rasheed,
We, put the on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, up national
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my cd steady
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, layin'
The biggest problem that h-town's
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the styles I am

Trinity garden, e.s.g., military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the on beats

cricket troublemaker, a.c. chill,
Biggie smalls, outkast, cypress
Lighter of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on