Luyện nghe bài hát Juice (Know the Ledge) *

Sip the 'cause I got enough to go around
And the thought takes place
I grew up on the sidewalk I learned street talk
And then taught to hawk New

I go to Queens for queens to get the crew Brooklyn
Make in Manhattan and never been token
Go and the Bronx to boogie down
Get strong on the Island, and lay around

Time to build my juice up
Props back up, suckers get up
Don't the clout, you know what I'm about
Knocking off, knocking niggaz out

Shaking 'em up, 'em up
Raking 'em up, 'em up
Standing on shaky grounds too close to the
Let's see if I know the

Corners' 'cause shorty's here
I get cock-d forty's of beer
Here's a sip for the crew deceased
If I get revenge, then rest in peace

Somebody's got to suffer, I just might one
And a brother a fair one
Stay and on "P's"
And I do work with like Hercules

Switch to southpaw, split right jaw
'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype night fall
Smooth but I like an army
Bulletproof down in brothers try to bomb me

Putting brothers to rest like Ness
'Cause I don't like
Streets a place for innocent bystanders to stand
Nutting's stop the plan

I'll like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
Black Gambino, die like a
on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if I the ledge!

Shells lay on the battleground
Dead bodies are throughout the town
Tried to put shame in my to make a name
I'm-a put it on a bullet, put it in brain

Rip the block like a
Who cares where it goes, just keep the closed
No when a life is lost
I paid my paid the cost

And my pockets are fat
I'm at, I get the welcome mat
Even if my crew with one deep
I attract attention, like to peep

So come say hi to the
say goodbye, I don't plan to die
'Cause I get loose and I got
And juice

In control of many Ayatollah Khomeini
Hang out wit and Wesson, don't try to play me
I'm at war a lot, Anwar Sadat
But no warning shot, my gun is a lot

When I cook beef, the will never clear
Areas in fear but this a fear!
life too close to the edge
Hoping that I know the

A brand new morn, no time to
Shower's on, on
Late for school, I the train
sip, "Cristal" and whisper my name

I up like an exercise
Check the intellect and the thighs
Select the one, pull her to the side
her occupied for the rest of the ride

Read my resume know I'm 'ready cool
Just meet me school
We can moan and groan until your mom come
And you be me Al "Dope" Capone

Sweatin' me, she want to let me loose
get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
'Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off
'Cause a lot of hate me

Coming out of the building, set me up
Sprayed wit automatics, wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay to the edge
I guess I didn't know the