Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We from the era when we on our own
wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls wars and getting chewed up

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

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And these bricks into a legit business
Now run along and go to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You know I the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

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

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk beats like DMC, three stripes
be three strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, blown pampers
Chilling at the party in stance
And they at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
like a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, ya partner that 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 don't seem
all the best soldiers we had ain't here
They now, we all on our own now
And most of left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a whole
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your face and take your
Sit your 5 ass down before I make change

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