Luyện nghe bài hát Beat Street

Beat Breakdown, Raah!
Hip Hop!

Street
The king of the
You see him rocking that beat from the street
And Huh Huh!
Beat is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!

Well a picture can express a words to describe all the beauty of life you give
And if the world was to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in and harmony
And where murals stand on so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!
I never knew art til I saw your and there'll never be one to take your place
'Cause each and every you touch the spray paint can
Michelangelo's soul controls your
Then serenades of blue and red and the of the rainbow fills your head
Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya to die so soon?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young all thy must
'Cause as must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind
In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she can't get you out of her head, Huh!
tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?
Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?
your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing
Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, of concrete
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and wants a part in that party
I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the light
You either play some ball or in the hall Huh!
You gotta make something nothing at all
I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you do graffiti in school
They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook into a brick wall
The heart of a and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who come back
Who died in my on the railroad track
I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space
There's be a better place for you and me
pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye
Some people gotta die just to be
You search for justice and what do you
You find just us on the line
You find just us sweating from to dusk
There's no justice, there's Huh, us, Ha!
Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and
A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got for nothing at all
So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more
No more chump change, none of bull
movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and take it to the top where we belong
'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is
Everybody let's along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')
And to let me know I'm the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
Raah!

A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say destroys Man!'
Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would
The rise and fall, the last empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire
The ruthless struggle, the desperate
The game that left the world in shambles
The cheats, the lies, the
And the foolish to conquer the skies
in space, and what is it worth, huh?
The president just forgot Earth
Spending billions, and maybe even trillions
The cost of ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds feet
And the children in don't even eat
Flies on their faces, they're living like
And the houses even the ghetto look nice, Huh!
The water tastes funny, forever too sunny
And work all month and don't make no money
A fight for power, a shower
And people shout out in the hour
Of sights unseen and unheard
And finally the gets the last word
Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed
And bodies are used and abused, Huh!
are poisoned and souls are polluted
Superiority is deep rooted
Leeches and lice's, and got prices
control the self-righteous
Nothing is sacred and nothing is
So the of death is our cure
Hitler and Caesar, Custer and
Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and
Ghengis and the Shah of Iran
Mixed the blood of the weaker man
The peoples in terror, the leaders the error
And now they can't even in the mirror
'Cause we gotta while things get rougher
And that's the why we got to get tougher
To learn from the past and work for the
And be a slave to no computer
'Cause the of Man inherits the land
And the future of the is in your hands
So just throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you that you're the future
it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
Raah!

Beat Breakdown
Raah!
Hip Hop!