Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Acres and My Props

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

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

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

So give me my props I always stay clever
And ain't changed but the weather
Get your act together 'cause I got together
Please don't front on the with the Pelle Pelle leather

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

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

Labels know straight up when we
Interfere my career, then it's back to the streets
bang or the pow pow
I settle the beef the way I know how

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

All that is but the brain is the tool
my props so we all can rule
Don't show off my skills, I sprinkle 'em
And now sleeping on my props
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, than a cop, yo
I master hip hop, I won't stop, yo

Gimme my props, yo, 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

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

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

I was one deep by Mom dukes and no Dad
And now I grab a number, 2 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 of course
I asked for a mule, I got an horse
Shit goes on as the plays
Can a devil fool a Muslim? Nah, not

On mark, get set, pass the 40, let's jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat is what you'll get
It's thorough 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 back and on my mind
I don't sweat the stress, the bitter with the sweet
Did I let you I have the Tims on my feet?

You knew my when I came around
Saying, "Damn, he's living fat", when I 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 and my props, the name of the song
A.G. is saying peace and I'm

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 hip hop, I won't stop, yo

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

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