Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

How many times I gotta tell ya'll I'm second to
No magazine's top ten I'm negative one.
So I pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'ma always be in first the clutch broke
I'm from the cut-throats cut coke
school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY -- I don't the language
But the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white
Bunch of trash inbetween
too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che
I hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter war
I'm a of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the inkin'
My 16 ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I all day drinkin
I'm a not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas pets
Claim they sick but they get by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all
boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you had Syrup
time I write it's another flight
Another whore my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" chant I touch the Mic
Another spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to
But the sky ain't the