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 homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place the *niggas* are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got burgers and some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By small things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the 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 my chicks "You ain't 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 and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play with these
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

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 just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, *niggas* will
lyrics 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' step to
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come stacked boy, it ain't no to go there
I rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair

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

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

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

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count your
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
Stay on my game, put my on the court
While you complain and get some more
Might explain why your can't 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 you come see me when I'm back in your city?