Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

How many I gotta tell ya'll I'm second to none?
No magazine's top ten cause I'm one.
So I pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'ma always be in first like the broke
I'm from the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess
That's who I hang with, so you speak INDUSTRY -- I don't know the language
But the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage
See who'll their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme and I say it better
I'm a cold war
I'm a of the Regan Era
Day till the page inkin'
My 16 ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't what they thinkin
These niggas got me up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up
I'm so hot I could still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my to my gourtex
bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour
month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had
Every time I write it's another
Another whore with my kids on her
"YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to
But the sky ain't the