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 down with
Indeed we all smoke and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran his clan
There is only one
Niggas with me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel heat dumper
And I rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak speak lavish lifestyles
I crack your for the cabbage
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til shit left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get they whole ass
Claim to be
But you set no classic examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya fucked up
Your verbal war
You won't no more
I the channel cause niggas you ain't live no more
I used to
But now yous a 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 to beware
I'm the
Dissed by a nigga I
no this can't be
Now who the fuck is this I hear on the radio me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
Shit
a video for a song
That got out of porportion
I he's the deadliest force
In a world where it all glamour fame and fortune
we Mob Deep
So fuck you, Jeru, and any that Quests to compete
We the
The psycho is blastin'
And next time you hit L.A. nigga we

Deadly

Eyo Threat I the MC
Niggaz they the mic
I bash motherfuckers from words that I
than the average MC
Trynna me
is a must
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some crazy
this
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming through your and murder
you wake up in the morning
Your life be over
I ya
Dogg Pound ain't nice
motherfuckers
From mics

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