Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my 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 place where the *niggas* are
And pretend to be your and put one your belly
And you can on yelling, the cops won't come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets both parents at home
Kind of hard to a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By small things and blowing em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
You say you write your rhymes when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I will give you price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

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

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

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted pampers
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't
So I'm up and shutting 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 out your avatar
Leave the on, told ya partner 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 fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had here
They now, we all on our own now
And most of left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a mile
Too overconfident to keep a low
Pump your brakes, stay in lane
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your face and take your
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count your
Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the of the drums while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my on the court
you complain and get high some more
Might explain why 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?