Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and some
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with parents at home
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By small 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 rhymes when you high
I say I write my rhymes 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 Trummond's
St. Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You tell I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason 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 into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to with 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
Messiah uh huh, hello America

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hard for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I knuckle up and throw the of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
trust it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause can't dance
So I'm up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think like a
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the on, told 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 swear
To fight the good as long as I'm here
But the good fight don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
They now, we all on our own now
And most of those left ain't got no
You give em an inch they try to a whole mile
Too to keep a low profile
Pump your brakes, in your lane
A bunch of chasing fame
punch your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down I make change

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, your business
Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the now and give it
To the of the drums while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my on the court
you complain and get high some more
Might explain why your team can't support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm in your city?