Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant my eyes are squinted
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 where the *niggas* are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You beef, we got burgers and then some
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un - 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 small
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using as my second language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes when you
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, Trummond's advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my 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 these bricks a legit business
Now run along and go home to your
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the is new?
I'm back wit and the crew
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
Throw lyrics my way 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 anorexic
Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go
I knock rappers out, y'all and pull hair

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle for the love of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day don't know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk beats like DMC, three stripes
be three strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm but just enough
To lean on top of metropolis with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out 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

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

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