Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, this is DJ
Taking a second out with Tha Pound to let ya'll know something
If you're 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 with
Indeed we all weed and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
There is one land
Niggas down with me I can count on one
Come dumb I gets
The double barrel pumper heat
And I been rockin' mics Funky Drummer
These wreak Havok speak lavish lifestyles
I crack your clavical for the
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why MCs flip like gymnastics
to get they whole ass whipped
Claim to be
But you don't set no examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya fucked up
last verbal war
You won't survive no
I turned the cause niggas you ain't live no more
I to follow
But now yous a like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't
no tomorrow
Nigga, it all
I been down KRS since Boggie Down begins
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
Doing a video for a
got blew out of porportion
I found the deadliest force
In a world where it all about glamour fame and
we Mob Deep
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that to compete
We the
The assassin is blastin'
And next you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Threat:

Eyo Threat I the MC
Niggaz played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from that I recite
than the average MC
Trynna me
is a must
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I on some crazy shit
this
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood from
through your house and murder
When you wake up in the
Your will be over
I ya
Dogg ain't nathan nice
motherfuckers
From mics

There's been a murder on block
When he
Your homie thought he was
What made him I roll a
You us
But when we mashin' ain't no stoppin'
On and on more of your dogs droppin'
What was your ain't yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and your brains on the floor
ingore the fact
Grab the and snap
react with the shit that jumped off that night