Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

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

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down them
Indeed we all weed and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
is only one land
Niggas down with me I can count on one
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel pumper dumper
And I been mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok speak lavish
I your clavical for the cabbage
Rhyme
to death
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why MCs flip like gymnastics
Just to get they whole ass
Claim to be
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
Your verbal war
You won't survive no
I turned the channel cause niggas you live no more
I used to
But now yous a legend like Sleepy
I shoot to kill the horse u can't swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I been down KRS since Boggie Down begins
my man
Now what's I hear?
I was told to
I'm the
by a nigga I admired
Hell no this be
Now who the is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
Shit
a video for a song
That got blew out of
I found he's the force
In a world where it all about glamour fame and
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

Threat:

Eyo Threat I the MC
they played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from that I recite
Tighter the average MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some crazy
this
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming through house and murder
When you wake up in the
life will be over
I ya
Pound ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing
into mics

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