Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

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

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down them
we all smoke weed and clown wit um'
Hung wit um'
One
I ran his clan
There is only one
Niggas down with me I can count on one
Come dumb I gets
The barrel pumper heat dumper
And I rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak speak lavish lifestyles
I your clavical for the cabbage
Rhyme
to death
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get whole ass whipped
Claim to be
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
last verbal war
You won't no more
I turned the channel cause niggas you ain't live no
I used to
But now a legend like Sleepy Hallow
I to kill the horse pill u can't swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie Down
my man
Now this I hear?
I was told to
I'm the
Dissed by a I admired
Hell no can't be
Now who the fuck is 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 it all about glamour fame and fortune
we Mob Deep
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to
We the
The psycho assassin is
And time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Deadly

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

There's been a murder on 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 more of dogs keep droppin'
What was your homie ain't yo no mo'
Commit and blow your brains on the floor
Don't the fact
Grab the and snap
Then react with the shit that off that night