Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
the nigga low-g
Puttin' it down for the eight
We prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we your click

I move a hundred pounds in my town
Come fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' clouds in my t.p.
But my hollerin' release me
Prime time like on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you twenty-five times
Another fool down the truth,
You fuck with 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 and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you really ready for the take down?
Break down, ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole catch the greyhound

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

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

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the lac
I jump in this and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the
in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a with no patience
Got a dopehouse in locations
Professional, but test my testicles
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an
And leaving myself, no one saw my magic
Gifted child, in the wicked wild
Put the on beats, who trippin' now?

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 1,
Herschelwood hardheadz, 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, blowin' up
understandable, not to mention
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 more than seaweed
to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the underground nation, foundation
The problem that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, calm, cause now I drop bombs on cd-roms
Your get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real 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., military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the streets on

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