Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

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

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking small and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I will give you price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the 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 these bricks into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to with these 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 area
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo the fuck is new?
I'm wit Atmos 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
Throw my way instead of the highway
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe your man over
Pardon, you gon' to this
Spit phat, not shit
Come stacked boy, it ain't no to go there
I knock out, y'all scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the start
I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all from my sight a cataract
Poof! a magic act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, three
Leaver be strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush
Mobile phones, suited loan, blown pampers
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, why? 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 a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out your
the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think hand it to him

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

[Verse 8 -
Break chips down, count your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a 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
Stay on my game, put my on the court
While you and get high some more
explain why your team can't find support
Now catch me in the back wit a
up a missy like I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you see me when I'm back in your city?