Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first 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 friend and put one your
And you can keep on yelling, the won't come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with parents at home
Kind of hard to find a un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small and blowing em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
You say you your best rhymes when you high
I say I write my best 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. Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, wack, yo what 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 of view
if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now getting ran over by cars and Land
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you gon' to this
phat, not anorexic shit
Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I knuckle up and throw the of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to king to wrist cutters
Just trust it no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a 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 from my sight like a
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
be three strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but enough
To on top of this metropolis with binoculars
Walk a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the on, told ya partner that he can't perform
a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

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

[Verse 8 -
Break chips down, count your business
nothing free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the now and give it
To the of the drums while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you complain and get high more
Might explain why your can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a 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 your