Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

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

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

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

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

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 there's no way
Creep the seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot jump in the front
in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder an eskimo
have it, causing panic with an automatic
And myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin'

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 1,
Herschelwood hardheadz, g,
We, put the streets on

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, blowin' up
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' leave you second
sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers slimier than seaweed
to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, layin'
The biggest problem that facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I bombs on cd-roms
Your get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under
Run up on houston, and bow to the styles I am usin'

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

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