Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres and My Props

Showbiz got props, me who got the props?
A.G. got props, tell me who got the
me my props for '92
It's me and Showbiz and is what we gonna do
you some now, save some for later
Here's a portion, ayo Show, 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, there's no time to catch the
And I'm not a pup, for A Muppet caper

And all the ghetto groupies get with the quickness
And Show concentrate and only thinks business
I hate a sellout he put me in a rage
I play KRS and that ass off the stage

So give me my props I always stay clever
And nothing changed but the weather
Get your act '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.
Chill with 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 peeps and Wes
People say, I'm soup, crazy cash, I
Nowadays I just troop in my green Legend

Record try to juice me for my papers
They offer me a and about 40 acres
They try to gain from my
Push me towards the dotted line but you know I didn't

Labels know straight up when we
Interfere with my career, it's back to the streets
Bang or the pow pow
I settle the the best way I know how

Release the savage if I'm not taking care
Rap is my career and it's my only way outta
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 just 'em
And now you're sleeping on my
up before you wrinkle 'em

Gimme my props, yo, more a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo
my props yo, more than a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo

Gimme my props, yo, than 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 won't

They say BMW's a man's wish
I wish for an and some discs
Negativity the least, material's is
Saying to the brothers in the belly of the beast

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

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

Where's my 40 acres? Not the projects of
I asked for a mule, I got an iron
Shit goes on as the song
Can a fool 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 from beginning to end
The beat is phat, what can I say? you did it again

I got the hat on my head, on my behind
Fans on my and money on my mind
I don't sweat the stress, the bitter with the sweet
Did I let you know I have the Tims on my

You knew my stats when I around
Saying, "Damn, he's living fat", when I haven't even gained a
Friends til the end, never I diss ya
My people's R.I.P., you I'm gonna miss ya
40 and my props, the name of the song
A.G. is peace and I'm gone

Gimme my props, yo, than a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo
Gimme my props, yo, than a cop, yo
'Til I master hip hop, I stop, yo

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

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