Luyện nghe bài hát 80 Bars

80 bars, 80
Yo, engineer me up, yo

I off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround
Blowing through your tubes, leaving through your speakers
Cracking your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed arenas here to Bangkok
I'm of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do or sell rocks?"
Wrote my own props, in the PJ's
That's when the Angel Gabriel "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no face, speakers no lace
I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm in the same space
With no trace of what happened last
I seen two fiends fighting over a pipe
Now I'm TV, my antennae was a close hanger
vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
Flip the data, the kids was wearin
Totin hammers at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim
type like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but by an undercover
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab
That's when I realized I need to find a new
Living in the the guitar became my muscle
I strive through eyes who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was baptized
Now behold, I heard you sold 20
But with no street credibility, overkill
You ain't real, bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas me to shank you
you, yank you, tie up your ankles
And if ain't enough, I call Henchman's to lynch you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the bless you
But in the after life, I'ma still you
Knockin on heavens door, beggin to get in
That's the son of man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look in the belly of the whale
That's when the say "I want to welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, up
I seen him cut from his to his nuts
You wish you wouldn't, you couldn't, wish it got to me
Cause you screamin' so loud that a man can hear
Back to the silence, no more droppin
Er'body rappin about and violence
And A&R's, all they do is credit cards
And the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you figure? I rent a car
I at the spa, I ain't by the bar
Now here's a jewel when you get first record deal
Don't subject yourself to the appeal
Class, caviar in the vel'
In the new S with the Jordan wheels
Remember, the music industry is the streets
You know the of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the song
You take me how, you must be high off
than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I'ma y'all with your own medicine
I move with faith, I never doubt
I'm so hungry you will I'm just coming out
But I been here before, "Blunted" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", World Tour
I'm causin whores, waitin in the doors
They want me to rock they boat and shift more short
That's when the Father "Take heed to this lesson"
want to cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went to my format
Raps and backpack, for carjacks
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't that
And for the DJ's, here's something can scratch
Technique 12, the needle the wax
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam
Now sing along like a spiritual
No one got shot tonight, it's a
What's this I hear, y'all want to my spot?
You got a better chance putting a in a headlock
I'm too focused, I can see through lens
You a G, just a want to be, Kingpin so
"The next time, want to pay for protection
I suggest you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"

80 bars, 80