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 your tinted, with scores of metaphor
glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
Like sugarcane mixed with
Kissing the sun could never me
Jesus, I said Jesus, will you us?
A critic commentators who believe us
trust, never gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future, got some of blood relation, ya dig
Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a
Got a vegetarian dreaming of pig
Secular soul, the regular in a hurry
I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry
You're a ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I said you're ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I get your flask, my words backwards
Attach judge, either the jury with the lackluster, impression
When I'm on for obsession
the death of them MC's progression, learn your lesson
And search for the antibotic, I on cigarettes and coffee
Like you should get hooked on
Before the thought of approach crosses your
I find your of wackness, sending constant reminder
Your style's bullshit, your bullshit!
a key to be an MC, here's the full kit

CHORUS
Now action (action! what) X4

Now that's act... this gonna take a minute, son
Play the government up in ass to tax one
MC, reach unlawful degree
Saukrates tear up, by enemy gees
Something like a phenomenom, ghetto trauma don
Pain of acid rain, the skin
I the bomb, fuck it
I'mma my jones irregular
So act surprised of Saukrates is checking ya
And even with your protecting ya
Disgrace printed on your
You had 'em 'dogs forgetting ya'
(Blah, blah, blah)
Representation's bizarre, my to my mouth
Shiny G watch(?) to a
Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly
I'm twelve under, you're checking in at twelve par
Toke a and start travelling
I know potent son, I see your dreads unravelling
I have battled men who knowledge and culture
But poisonous dialects cadavers to vultures
Excue me for being while you get blunted
But in the of Biggie 'hunt me or be hunted'

Can't with this