Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

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

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm with them
Indeed we all smoke weed and wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
is only one land
Niggas down with me I can count on one
dumb I gets dumber
The double barrel pumper heat
And I been rockin' mics since Funky
These adventures wreak Havok lavish lifestyles
I crack your for the cabbage
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til ain't shit
In the
Why MCs flip like gymnastics
Just to get they ass whipped
Claim to be
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya fucked up
Your last war
You survive no more
I turned the channel cause niggas you live no more
I to follow
But now a legend like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u swallow
no tomorrow
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie begins
my man
Now what's this I
I was told to
I'm the
Dissed by a I admired
no this can't be
Now who the fuck is this I hear on the radio me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a for a song
got blew out of porportion
I found he's the force
In a world where it all glamour fame and fortune
Nigga we Mob
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to
We the
The psycho is blastin'
And next time you hit L.A. nigga we

Deadly

Eyo I play the MC
Niggaz they the mic
I bash from words that I recite
than the average MC
Trynna me
is a must
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on crazy shit
this
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming your house and murder
you wake up in the morning
Your life will be
I ya
Dogg Pound ain't nice
Sacrificing
into mics

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