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

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking small things and blowing em out of
Using sarcasm as my language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
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 nice
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm focused by the in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And me and Slug here to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle for the love of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
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
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats like DMC, three
Leaver be strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, clean, cuts 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 metropolis with binoculars
Walk a pimp, think like a Macintosh
scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma it to him

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

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god the underground now and give it
To the sound of the drums while none of us it
I treat Hip Hop like a
on my game, put my time on the court
While you complain and get high some
Might explain why your team find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why don't you come see me I'm back in your city?