Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Poet

Cops ain't to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and long distance
Thought I had it all, the God got control
I've never paid parking
20 dollars now or 300 then;
You want your money, and get it
But better bring 200 and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but lost a bet
Looking at the fossil on my like
"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 'till I land on last
I didn't any bridges;
I never none of 'em in the first place
''cause money made is gone is money never had
Money here only pretends to for the people we leave around
Always pack light ''cause the guns are packing
All mad ''cause someone paid' em
Shaking in their stance
''cause cool to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the Universe - O.K.
You say you want blood but drink all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington
'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 line between low icome and no income)
I can't read no ''cause I am stone
wanted to be a rapper
But when I made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one me here
In the immortal of Ice-T:
"You have killed me last year."
Bit in the mere words of me
I've torn up some and lost some friends
But like the old saying
"If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, a one-man army
MC's don't want beef, wnna shake my hand
Then make a song about me
Idiots to outdo their shortcoming
While my Napoleon is frying 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 revolution
All you'll how to do is beg
The white man... is the fucking
The white man is the poet