Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place where the *niggas* are
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can on yelling, the cops won't come
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and blowing em out of
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I my best rhymes cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

3 - Muja Messiah]
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece 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 know I spit the sickest sickness syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at
So when the shit hit the fan I don't apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
over beats like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
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 with
Walk like a pimp, think like a
scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think hand it to him

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

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
on my game, put my time on the court
While you complain and get high some
Might explain why your 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 and get busy
Why don't you see me when I'm back in your city?