Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Poet

Cops ain't to me
ain't nothing but free pens and long distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got control
I've never paid parking
It's 20 dollars now or 300
You your money, come and get it
But better bring 200 and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and some stones, but never lost a bet
Looking at the on my wrist like
"Is my minutes up yet?"
Got more time te relax
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You buy me
I'm holding my 'till I land on last base
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 only pretends to care for the people we around
Always pack ''cause the guns are packing suckers
All mad someone else paid' em
in their waste-your-life-away stance
''cause it's cool to be tragically
rule the Universe - it's O.K.
You say you want blood but drink all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Street
Tell 'em it's difficult to sex on waterbeds

''cause most of us can't afford
And if we could, we'd move out the settlement of Oakland
(The line between low icome and no income)
I can't no lips ''cause I am stone
Always to be a rapper
But when I finally made it there, no one me
Since no one me here
In the words of Ice-T:
"You have killed me last year."
Bit in the mere words of me
torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends
But the old saying 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 don't want beef, wnna shake my hand
Then a diss song about me
Idiots live to their shortcoming
While my inner Napoleon is the biggest fish
I hold the gridge like a mic and a girl like a
People say I'm
But we know who's in vogue and when the comes
All know how to do is beg
The white man... is the fucking
The white man is the poet