Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

We on our third song, we on our third song,
You understand it, I'm official with I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters like doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 a verse and a half

I cut the brick and now we countin' the math, we 'bout birdplay
My committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the bridge

We in the studio the done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where they a bitch
I got homies out in the where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no game with the underground, from the underground

Pushin' a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, browsin'
JT, another boss the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say
JT, another from the Bay
And in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

Hey, yo, it seem to me like got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phone
I play the I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too cute for them stores

A little too, to stand on the block
And a lil' too to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that
Heads fly if I open ya that wide

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya
Or you can get back and side splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I make it rappin'
This of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major passion

I slash ya face and you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you dashin' Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard tape and had to take an aspirin
ya game up

Listen, I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my out the hood, you know how the forces get
It's the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin' 'round my set

Momma used to look at me funny she tell her baby boy changed
Must be out there gettin' some
But a price for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds cock back the calico

Now you introduced to the beef, gon' do now?
Bitch up, in your crib, or pull them tools out?
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake with Jake

what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the spot like a in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, more raw Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better talk to dame

That's just, part of the and you got served
Who got nerve Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' like tough
You must be or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the hood you see it's different from one
your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I even know why I'm wastin' my breath
I be like Makaveli and be fakin' my death

I keep that good it's tastin' so fresh
And all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the
And in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat