Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, is DJ Quik
Taking a second out with Tha Dogg to let ya'll know something
If you're looking in the Source mag and see me
It's cause some niggaz on the East is the
real

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with
Indeed we all smoke weed and wit um'
Hung wit um'
One
I ran his clan
is only one land
Niggas down me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel pumper heat
And I been rockin' mics Funky Drummer
These wreak Havok speak lavish lifestyles
I your clavical for the cabbage
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til shit left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get they whole ass
to be classic
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
Your last war
You won't survive no
I turned the channel cause niggas you live no more
I used to
But now yous a like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't
no tomorrow
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie begins
my man
Now what's this I
I was told to
I'm the
Dissed by a nigga I
Hell no can't be
Now who the fuck is this I hear on the radio me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a for a song
got blew out of porportion
I found he's the deadliest
In a world where it all about glamour and fortune
Nigga we Mob
So you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete
We the
The psycho is blastin'
And next you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Threat:

Eyo Threat I the MC
Niggaz they the mic
I bash from words that I recite
than the average MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some shit
Imagine
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
through your house and murder
When you wake up in the
Your life be over
I ya
Pound ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing
From mics

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