Luyện nghe bài hát The Art Of Easing

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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The tight
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the
my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the out this piece

I streets, all type slick
like a seven no ???

She got
I gots the platinum voice
Like syrup, for roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the worms
Uptown down, from the boogie with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
Ease on to Crooklyn
it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers push they out
A slicker pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one fives
The
The these herbs
That's word to herb
Now the
I play that like, supreme hustler
hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare
Little
to the nom de plum butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
Whose be making the most bacon?
My honey the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, being in the central ave. bus stop
Then I call bust out,
Seems the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your beats is

And on
I'm gone
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I the c local, and tilt my army brimmer
Milt the vibes, pro symbolize
with the fives, my clique then amplified
Sounds as we ease, the New York moon
Pounds as we dip, increase New York tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
Gradual to afros, cats, and fist picks
Still boogies, and the styles they want
Now they try to move us, for the we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, seen rain
Plus my moneys getting smoked for change
I face left in the up
up the god
When the
Blow to the
deep down into the blue train cover
The got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was a youngster ate and black
Freedom had a pistol it was like that
Old earth me kisses to her coach and power records
Pumas these busy b mic checkin's
The crown I'm down, from the ground up

But what if emcee

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The feelings
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, Saturday night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping the projects
See my man,

When the mic check
My is cash
I shoot out
I get loot out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, paid him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
you wack as crack
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

And for example, we swift
up on luck
And for complexing, brass and brown skin
We of this, built with south boogie down

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
Pass the ruck, or get by my comrade's badge
like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as as I can

Quiet please, please
Welcome to class
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm your conductor Mr. Castro
Take a at your syllabus
You are required to be out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
please in the back, quiet please
You will have two
And finally, we are a field trip
To the East Star
speak perfect slang
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the images we you portrayed in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
you