Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the 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. Slim]
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I my best rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I give you special price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

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

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest for the bloody start
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
is here to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it no regular shit
a polite asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight a cataract
Poof! a magic act

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

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

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Christmas
So god bless the now and give it
To the sound of the drums none of us outlive it
I Hip Hop like a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you complain and get some more
Might explain why team can't find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why you come see me when I'm back in your city?