Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Poet

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

''cause of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, we'd move out the hipster of Oakland
(The fine between low icome and no income)
I can't read no lips I am stone
Always wanted to be a
But I finally made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one wants me
In the immortal words of
"You have killed me last year."
Bit in the mere mortal of me
I've up some rebuttals and lost some friends
But like the old saying
"If you nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man
MC's want beef, they wnna shake my hand
Then make a song about me
Idiots live to outdo their
While my inner Napoleon is frying the biggest
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 you'll how to do is beg
The white man... is the Devil
The white man is the poet