Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, is DJ Quik
Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let know something
If you're looking in the mag and don't see me
It's cause niggaz on the East is the enemy
real

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with
Indeed we all smoke weed and wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran his clan
There is only one
Niggas down with me I can count on one
Come dumb I dumber
The double pumper heat dumper
And I rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These wreak Havok speak lavish lifestyles
I crack your clavical for the
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til shit left
In the
Why must MCs flip gymnastics
to get they whole ass whipped
Claim to be
But you set no classic examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya fucked up
Your last war
You won't survive no
I turned the channel cause niggas you ain't no more
I to follow
But now yous a like Sleepy Hallow
I to kill the horse pill u can't swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I down with KRS since Boggie Down begins
my man
Now this I hear?
I was to beware
I'm the
Dissed by a nigga I
no this can't be
Now who the is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a for a song
That got out of porportion
I found the deadliest force
In a world it all about glamour fame and fortune
we Mob Deep
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to
We the
The assassin is blastin'
And time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Deadly

Eyo Threat I the MC
they played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from words that I
than the average MC
Trynna me
is a must
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some shit
this
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming your house and murder
When you wake up in the
Your will be over
I ya
Pound ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing
into mics

There's been a on your block
he drop
Your homie he was nutty
What made him I a glock
You us
But when we started mashin' ain't no
On and on more of your dogs droppin'
What was your homie yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and blow your on the floor
ingore the fact
Grab the microphone and
Then react with the shit that off that night