Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm a place where the *niggas* are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You beef, we got burgers and then some
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my best cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks a legit business
Now run along and go home to your
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis
with malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is
I'm back wit and the crew
To do you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo just my point of view
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw my way instead of the highway
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe your man over
Pardon, you gon' to this
phat, not anorexic shit
Come boy, it ain't no need to go there
I rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
That's a asshole and a sensitive pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
em all from my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
Walk like a pimp, think like a
scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To the good fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight don't fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
They now, we all on our own now
And most of those left got no style
You em an inch they try to take a whole mile
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump your brakes, stay in your
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your face and take chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass before I make change

8 - Slug]
Break chips down, count your business
Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the drums none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
on my game, put my time on the court
While you and get high some more
Might explain why your team find support
Now catch me in the back wit a
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in city?