Luyện nghe bài hát 80 Bars

80 bars, 80
Yo, engineer me up, yo

I off in the underground
mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed from here to Bangkok
I'm ahead of my time like Jimi playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or rocks?"
Wrote my own props, in the PJ's
That's when the Angel Gabriel "It's all a Masquerade"
with no face, speakers with no lace
I that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
With no trace of what happened night
I seen two fiends over a crack pipe
Now I'm watching TV, my was a close hanger
Blurry vision, Mister Hunn, David Banner
the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
Totin hammers aimin at your oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug a slim figure
Romantic like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but busted by an
Buyer, my supplier was a cab driver
That's when I realized I need to find a new
Living in the jungle the guitar my muscle
I strive through snake who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was baptized
Now behold, I you sold 20 mill'
But no street credibility, your overkill
You ain't real, talkin keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas me to shank you
Gank you, yank you, tie up ankles
And if that ain't enough, I call Henchman's to you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest you
But in the after life, I'ma still you
Knockin on door, your beggin to get in
That's when the son of man greets you the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly of the
That's the warden say "I want to welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, up
I him cut from his head to his nuts
You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, 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 diamonds and
And A&R's, all they do is charge cards
And when the comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you I ain't rent a car
I at the spa, I ain't by the bar
Now a jewel when you get your first record deal
subject yourself to the mass appeal
First Class, in the vel'
In the new S Class with the wheels
Remember, the music industry is like the
You know the cold of the streets, er'body to eat
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same
You take me how, you be high off heroin
than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I'ma murder y'all your own medicine
I move with faith, I never doubt
I'm so hungry you will think I'm coming out
But I here before, from "Blunted" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", World Tour
I'm whores, waitin in the back doors
They want me to rock boat and shift they more short
That's when the Father said "Take to this lesson"
They want to cut hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went back to my
Raps and backpack, gats for
for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
And for the DJ's, something y'all can scratch
Technique 12, the needle the wax
Hypnotize the crowd, the floor is jam packed
Now sing along like a spiritual
No one got shot tonight, a miracle
What's this I hear, y'all want to my spot?
You got a better chance a gorilla in a headlock
I'm too focused, I can see your lens
You ain't a G, just a want to be, so
"The next time, y'all want to pay for
I suggest you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"

80 bars, 80