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 me a minute
I'm leaving brain tinted, with scores of metaphor
glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
Like mixed with history
the sun could never blister me
Jesus, I said Jesus, will you us?
A commentators who never believe us
Achieve trust, gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future, got kind of blood relation, ya dig
Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a
Got a dreaming of microwaving pig
soul, the regular man's in a hurry
While I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and
a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I you're puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I get flask, flipping my words backwards
Attach judge, either leaving the 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 approach crosses your
I find your method of wackness, sending reminder
Your bullshit, your style's bullshit!
a key to be an MC, here's the full kit

CHORUS
Now that's (action! what) X4

Now that's act... this gonna take a minute, son
Play the up in your ass to tax one
Unlawful MC, reach degree
tear up, enemy by enemy gees
Something like a phenomenom, ghetto serial don
of acid rain, target the skin
I drop the bomb, it
I'mma keep my irregular
So act surprised of Saukrates is checking ya
And even with dogs protecting ya
printed on your face
You had 'em saying 'dogs ya'
(Blah, blah, blah)
bizarre, my mind to my mouth
Shiny G watch(?) to a
ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar
I'm twelve under, you're checking in at over par
Toke a and start travelling
I it's 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 blunt you get blunted
But in the words of Biggie 'hunt me or be

Can't fuck with