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 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 belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
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 as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you want my CD I will give you special
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your closed
your 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 see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, I tell 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 along and go to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to with these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
Mixed malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

5 - Brother Ali]
I hard for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to turn to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

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

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

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