Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the homeboy 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 friend and put one belly
And you can on yelling, the cops won't come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
Kind of to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught and getting chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes when you
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 give you special
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

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

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hard 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 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 no regular shit
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, clean, cuts brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause can't dance
So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma it to him

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

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count your
Ain't 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 on the court
While you complain and get high more
explain why your team can't find support
Now catch me in the back wit a
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you see me when I'm back in your city?