Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Poet

Cops shit to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got birth
I've never paid ticket:
20 dollars now or 300 then;
You want money, come and get it
But better 200 guns and a 100 men
I've a million pens and thrown some stones, but never lost a bet
Looking at the fossil on my wrist
"Is my five up yet?"
Got more te relax now;
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Rupert Murdoch's throat and left with trying to sign me
You buy me
I'm holding my chips 'till I land on last
I didn't any bridges;
I never none of 'em in the first place
''cause made is money gone is money never had
Money here pretends to care for the people we leave around
Always pack light ''cause the are packing suckers
All mad someone else paid' em
Shaking in waste-your-life-away stance
it's cool to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the Universe - O.K.
You say you want but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington
Tell 'em it's difficult to sex on waterbeds

most of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, move out the hipster settlement of Oakland
(The fine line between low and no income)
I can't read no lips I am stone
wanted to be a rapper
But when I finally made it there, no one me
no one wants me here
In the immortal words of
"You have killed me last year."
Bit in the mortal words of me
I've torn up rebuttals and lost some friends
But like the old goes
"If you can't 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, a brothel, half a one-man army
MC's want beef, they wnna shake my hand
make a diss song about me
Idiots to outdo their shortcoming
While my inner is frying the biggest fish
I hold the gridge like a mic and a like a cross
say I'm vague
But we know who's in and when the revolution comes
All know how to do is beg
The white man... is the Devil
The white man is the poet