Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

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

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
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 cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
'Fore your momma be "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 by how clean my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks a legit business
Now run along and go home to wives
And leave me and Slug here to play with bitches
You know I spit the sickest sickness since
Mixed malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle hard for the of god
My has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at
So when the shit hit the fan I come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn king to 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 Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all from my sight a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk beats like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa three swipes
DVDs, clean, cuts brush dandruff
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think like a
scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner 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 fight the good fight as as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight don't seem
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
They now, we all on our own now
And of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch try to take a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low
Pump your brakes, stay in lane
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down I make change

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count your
Ain't nothing free, a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the drums while of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you and get high some more
Might explain why team can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm attractive and
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in your