Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

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

Pushin' a thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin'
JT, another boss the Bay
And rest in to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga?
JT, another boss the Bay
And in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

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

A little too, known to stand on the
And a too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm the Eastside, yup yes that side
fly if I open ya chest that wide

Gimme a bad end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em a major passion

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

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

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

Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull tools out?
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of is fake
A lot of niggaz shake your and shake hands with Jake

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

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

And in the you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the
And I don't even know why I'm my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be my death

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