Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

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

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a fortune
By taking small things and blowing em out of
Using as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will give you special
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these into a legit business
Now run along and go home to wives
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You know I spit the sickest sickness since
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja uh huh, hello America

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

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hard for the love of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
Catch is 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, have a
Dr. Dre Training Day don't know how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush
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 shutting up, I'm but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the on, told ya partner that 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 seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
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 brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes chasing
punch your face and take your chain
Sit 5 dollar ass down before I make change

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