Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Poet

Cops ain't to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got control
never paid parking ticket:
It's 20 dollars now or 300
You want money, come and get it
But bring 200 guns and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but 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 and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You buy me
I'm holding my chips I land on last base
I burn any bridges;
I needed none of 'em in the first place
money made is money gone is money never had
Money here only pretends to care for the people we leave
Always pack light the guns are packing suckers
All mad someone else paid' em
in their waste-your-life-away stance
''cause it's cool to be hip:
Fools the Universe - it's O.K.
You say you blood but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on Washington Street
'em it's difficult to have sex on waterbeds

''cause of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, we'd move out the settlement of Oakland
(The fine line between low and no income)
I can't no lips ''cause I am stone
wanted to be a rapper
But I finally made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one wants me
In the immortal of Ice-T:
"You should have me last year."
Bit in the mere mortal of me
I've torn up some rebuttals and lost friends
But the old saying goes
"If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a army
don't want beef, they wnna shake my hand
Then make a song about me
Idiots live to outdo shortcoming
While my inner Napoleon is the biggest fish
I hold the gridge like a mic and a like a cross
People say I'm
But we know who's in vogue and the revolution comes
All you'll how to do is beg
The white man... is the Devil
The white man is the poet