Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres and My Props

Showbiz got props, tell me who got the
A.G. got props, tell me who got the
me my props for '92
It's me and Showbiz and this is what we do
Give you some now, some for later
a portion, ayo Show, kick the flavor

Record labels try and me, for what? For my papers
The offer me a mule and what else? And 40
I'm dissing snakes now, no time to catch the vapors
And I'm not a pup, for what? A Muppet

And all the groupies get free with the quickness
And Show and only thinks about business
I a sellout because he put me in a rage
I play KRS and throw that ass off the

So give me my because I always stay clever
And ain't nothing changed but the
Get act together 'cause I got mines together
Please don't front on the brother with the Pelle leather

I'm Show B I Z, my A.G.
with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S
And what's up to Finesse
And I'd like to give shouts to my Shorty and Wes
say, I'm soup, crazy cash, I recoup
Nowadays I troop in my green Legend Coupe

Record try to juice me for my papers
They offer me a mule and 40 acres
They try to from my royalties
Push me towards the dotted line but you know I sign

Labels straight up when we meet
Interfere with my career, then back to the streets
bang or the pow pow
I settle the the best way I know how

Release the beast if I'm not taking care
Rap is my career and it's my only way here
chance I do damage
And I manage to use all the to my advantage

All that is but the brain is the tool
Gimme my props so we all can
Don't show off my skills, I sprinkle 'em
And now you're sleeping on my
Wake up before you 'em

Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
I master hip hop, I won't stop, yo
Gimme my props yo, more a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo

Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo
Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
'Til I hip hop, I won't stop

They say a black man's wish
I wish for an SP-1200 and some
Negativity the least, material's is
Saying peace to the brothers in the belly of the

saying, "Why Show wanna rhyme?"
I didn't wanna get and do Fed time
I wanna live right and exact, I don't be a fat cat
Off the crack and have the Feds down my
If the stacked, take a step back, black
Or you'll be wearing four four like a quarterback

I was one deep by Mom dukes and no Dad
And now I a number, 2 pencil and a pad
Or Erasermate, if I mistakes I erase
And me and Diamond go in the crates

Where's my 40 acres? Not the projects of
I for a mule, I got an iron horse
Shit on as the song plays
Can a devil a Muslim? Nah, not nowadays

On your mark, get set, the 40, let's jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat is what you'll get
It's thorough from to end
The beat is phat, what can I say? you did it again

I got the hat on my head, Pepe's on my
Fans on my back and on my mind
I don't sweat the stress, take the bitter with the
Did I let you know I have the on my feet?

You my stats when I came around
Saying, "Damn, living fat", when I haven't even gained a pound
Friends til the end, never will I ya
My people's R.I.P., you know I'm gonna ya
40 acres and my props, the name of the
A.G. is saying and I'm gone

my props, yo, more than a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo
Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
I master hip hop, I won't stop, yo

Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
I master hip hop, I won't stop, yo
Gimme my props, yo, than a cop, yo
'Til I hip hop, I won't stop

Yeah, Showbiz, yeah, A.G,
Showbiz, yeah, A.G