Luyện nghe bài hát Action

Record
"Action!!"
We
Are we
Yes sir
God
the hip hop...
the hip hop
That's
it to me

I'm the hip hop drug, you a hit give me a minute
I'm leaving your brain tinted, scores of metaphor
Lyrical glim-fitted, you sweet misery
Like sugarcane mixed history
Kissing the sun could blister me
Jesus, I Jesus, will you relieve us?
A critic who never believe us
trust, never gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future, got some of blood relation, ya dig
Potent moonshine, yo take a swig
Got a dreaming of microwaving pig
Secular soul, the man's in a hurry
I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry
You're a ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I said puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I get your flask, flipping my backwards
Attach judge, either the jury with the lackluster, impression
I'm on trial for obsession
With the death of them MC's progression, learn your
And search for the antibotic, I on cigarettes and coffee
Like you should get hooked on
Before the thought of approach crosses mind
I your method of wackness, sending constant reminder
Your style's bullshit, your bullshit!
a key to be an MC, here's the full kit

CHORUS
Now that's (action! what) X4

Now that's act... gonna take a minute, relax son
Play the up in your ass to tax one
Unlawful MC, reach degree
Saukrates tear up, enemy by gees
Something like a phenomenom, ghetto trauma don
Pain of acid rain, the skin
I the bomb, fuck it
I'mma keep my irregular
So don't act surprised of is checking ya
And even with your dogs ya
Disgrace printed on your
You had 'em saying 'dogs ya'
(Blah, blah, blah)
Representation's bizarre, my mind to my
G watch(?) to a guitar
Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly
I'm twelve under, you're checking in at over par
a cigar and start travelling
I know potent son, I see your dreads unravelling
I have battled men who sculptured and culture
But dialects exposing cadavers to vultures
Excue me for being blunt while you get
But in the words of Biggie 'hunt me or be

Can't with this