Luyện nghe bài hát Breakdown

Yo, good evening ladies and gents, close and fam
Let me it down for y'all exactly who I am
(CAV)
That brotha straight off of Ave
That dude that make the other dude say my man
(CAV)

It nuttin' I want I can't have
The know it's real and that's why they mad
They struggle so hard while I lay back
They sound under pressure, sweaty and wack

I like this because I ain't that
(CAV)
Tell the players I'm the game back
Matta tell the coaches, the GMs, and owners
Shut down the stadiums, ova

I make the cat's in the draw closer
Get the comp choked up like white on Oprah
Yeah, you dope, but is more
(CAV)
Mo skill, mo style than mo

I hit the lab with good shit to up
And tell the sound man where I wanna go
Blow up, skit across the notepad
'em all from the drop out to post grads

What history book you do or don't
There's only two eras of rap, pre and
(CAV)
Now you that, stop the train
no place for the game left to go at
(Break)

CAV is my but you can call me
(CAV)
all the same abbreviated or whole
Shout it out so it don't be a to folk it go
(CAV)

Short for Cavee but I'm not Cali
I'm from the apple, dirty streets and alleys
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn it exactly, get at me

Holla, like and Ja Rule
a crowd in the world that CAV cannot move
Hot dude, cats was thinkin' not true
But come row at show, I got proof

I went from sellin' candy in high school
To spoony g for the fiends, to gnaw to
Got sent on bus
(Not cool)

In the yard thinkin' should've listen to ma duke
home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do
I move bundles, I got a new hustle
I quit pie baking, started rhyme

up my rep to be one of the five greatest
And I ain't CAV the best nigga out there
But until he appear, I'm sittin' in his
And I'ma need a few just to get in y'all ear

To make you forget the was eva even here
I got two words for the world, be
I got three words for your girl, don't be
And when they ask where the real hip-hop, ova here

And they ask where Brooklyn at, hold ya ear
It's yeah, Chris Antione Vashon
Capricorn hit 'em off with the classic and then I'm gone
Ridin' to Brook-Lan, boye