Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa homeboys
the nigga low-g
Puttin' it down for the nina
We givin' prop, what we did this
So don't trip, if we forgot your

I move a hundred in my hustle town
around fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time like shines on the mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another fool puttin' the truth,
You can't fuck the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my
Is you hoes really for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my don't play round, pop pop,
Make whole click catch 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, thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the streets on

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to
Act a fool I one two check the mic
Come trip with the in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this and there's no way back
Creep the seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one saw my magic
child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the on beats, who trippin' now?

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

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

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

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

Wicked troublemaker, a.c. chill,
Biggie smalls, outkast, cypress
shade of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the on beats