Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres and My Props

Showbiz got props, me who got the props?
A.G. got props, me who got the props?
me my props for '92
It's me and Showbiz and is what we gonna do
Give you some now, save some for
Here's a portion, ayo Show, the flavor

Record labels try and juice me, for 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 what? A Muppet

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

So give me my props because I always stay
And nothing changed but the weather
Get your act together I got mines together
Please front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather

I'm B I Z, my partner's A.G.
Chill with N I C E or my brother D R E S
And what's up to Lord
And I'd like to give to my peeps Shorty and Wes
People say, I'm soup, crazy cash, I
Nowadays I just in my green Legend Coupe

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

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

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

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

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

say BMW's a black man's wish
I wish for an SP-1200 and discs
the least, material's is cease
Saying peace to the brothers in the of the beast

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

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

my 40 acres? Not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, I got an horse
Shit on as the song plays
Can a fool a Muslim? Nah, not nowadays

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

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

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

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
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, 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