Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, this is DJ
Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll something
If looking in the Source mag and don't see me
It's cause some niggaz on the is the enemy
It's

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with
we all smoke weed and clown wit um'
Hung wit um'
One
I ran his clan
is only one land
Niggas down with me I can count on one
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel pumper dumper
And I been mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok speak lavish
I crack your clavical for the
Rhyme
to death
Murder MCs til shit left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get they whole ass
to be classic
But you don't set no examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
last verbal war
You won't no more
I turned the channel niggas you ain't live no more
I to follow
But now yous a legend like Hallow
I shoot to the horse pill u can't swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie Down
my man
Now what's this I
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
That got blew out of
I found he's the force
In a world where it all about fame and fortune
Nigga we Mob
So fuck you, Jeru, and any that Quests to compete
We the
The psycho is blastin'
And time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Threat:

Eyo Threat I the MC
they played the mic
I bash from words that I recite
Tighter the average MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some crazy
Imagine
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood murders
Roaming through house and murder
When you up in the morning
Your life be over
I ya
Dogg Pound ain't nice
motherfuckers
From into

There's been a murder on your
When he
Your thought he was nutty
What him I roll a glock
You us
But we started mashin' ain't no stoppin'
On and on more of dogs keep droppin'
What was your ain't yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and blow your on the floor
Don't the fact
the microphone and snap
Then react with the that jumped off that night