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 want a hit give me a
I'm leaving brain tinted, with scores of metaphor
glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
Like sugarcane with history
Kissing the sun could never me
Jesus, I said Jesus, you relieve us?
A critic commentators who believe us
trust, never gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future, got some kind of relation, ya dig
Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a
Got a dreaming of microwaving pig
Secular soul, the man's in a hurry
While I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and
a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I said you're puss ass (hell ya!)
I get flask, flipping my words backwards
judge, either leaving the jury with the lackluster, impression
When I'm on trial for
With the death of them MC's progression, learn lesson
And for the antibotic, I hook on cigarettes and coffee
Like you get hooked on phonics
Before the thought of crosses your mind
I find method of wackness, sending constant reminder
style's bullshit, your style's bullshit!
Want a key to be an MC, here's the kit

[Saukrates]
Now action (action! what) X4

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

Can't fuck with