Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

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

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking small things and blowing em out of
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you want my CD I will give you 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 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how my kicks is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta 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 here to play with these bitches
You know I the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the is new?
I'm back wit Atmos and the
To do this you need style, I you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's just my point of
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw my way instead of the highway
Now getting ran by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, send 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 for the love 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 breathe and it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Training Day don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! It's a act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats DMC, three stripes
be three strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
And looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
Walk like a pimp, think like a
Battle scars, 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 hand it to him

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

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't nothing free, it's a Brown Christmas
So god the underground now and give it
To the sound of the drums none of us outlive it
I Hip Hop like a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you and get high some more
Might explain why your team find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why don't you come see me when I'm in your city?