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 buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one your
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got burgers and some
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with 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 fortune
By small things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is
I'm back wit Atmos and the
To do this you style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all will
lyrics my way instead of the highway
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send man over
Pardon, you gon' step to
phat, not anorexic shit
Come stacked boy, it no need to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I up and throw the hands of my thug 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 to turn king to wrist cutters
trust it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they dance
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 figure out avatar
Leave the cameras on, ya partner 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 the good fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good don't seem fair
Cause all the best we had ain't here
gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those ain't got no style
You give em an inch try to take a whole mile
Too to keep a low profile
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of chasing fame
I'll your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the while none of us outlive it
I Hip Hop like a sport
Stay on my game, put my on the court
While you complain and get high some
Might explain why team can't find support
Now catch me in the back wit a
Chattin up a missy like I'm and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why you come see me when I'm back in your city?