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 a place where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be your and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using as my second language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes you high
I say I my best rhymes cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the 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 chicks "You ain't got a kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn bricks into a legit business
Now run along and go to your wives
And me and Slug here to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
with malaria, fuck it, the more 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 is new?
I'm back wit and the crew
To do this you need style, I thought you
not a diss, yo it's just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you step to this
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come boy, it ain't no need to go there
I knock rappers out, scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hard for the love of god
My life has the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
em all from my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, need three 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 can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis binoculars
like a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner he can't perform
Brought a torch to the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

7 - Blueprint]
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To the good fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight seem fair
Cause all the best we had ain't here
gone now, we all on our own now
And of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a mile
Too overconfident to keep a low
your brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your face and take chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down I make change

[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 sound of the drums while of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you complain and get high some
explain why your team can't find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm attractive and
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in city?