Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking small things and em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore your momma be "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And me and Slug here to play with these bitches
You I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Messiah uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is
I'm back wit Atmos and the
To do you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas*
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you gon' to this
Spit phat, not shit
Come stacked boy, it no need to go there
I knock rappers out, scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hard for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
is here to turn king to wrist cutters
Just it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
over beats like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but enough
To lean on top of this with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think like a
Battle scars, also trynna out your avatar
the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma it to him

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

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count business
nothing free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you complain and get high some
Might explain why team can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
up a missy 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?