Luyện nghe bài hát Breakthrough

Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over
Every time I drive by you're just standin'
in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my
L.L. this, L.L. that, as I walk in the place
I wanna my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of

Movies, records, on tour
Twenty-thousand hip-hoppin' on the floor
Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's
Get to New York, and the suckers act ill
See, I with the devil, made a promise to God
I have in goin' all the way to the top
harder harder than hard all the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now ego is scarred

See the problem is you want another man has
His car, his wife, or his
But that's weak, you gotta do on your own
'Cuz when you're rich you got but when you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll your soul
Stop off your parents like you're three years old
of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
Why don't you take your and get a college degree?

Or write a rhyme and ride a and try to live carefree
Hope my reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, people ask you what you did with your life
You'll say "I L.L. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a
And day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the in my face

I'm stompin' stupid until they bleed
I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to
lead you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you from wack beats and rhyme
you to that ticket line
So you can come in my show and watch the shine
Get busy, not dizzy, teach the young
The last man who didn't listen up gettin' hung

Not that I killed him, just he didn't wanna trust
The words of a that's why you must
heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you hear 'cause the words are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your
'Cuz the night we gonna see the big fight
Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go

E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a
If you're cryin' while dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
L.L. J is on the microphone
Tellin' all you ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
'Cuz I'm rated X, to snap necks
Straight up and down, no effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop
If Russia bombed the U.S., be scared to touch Queens

'Cuz that's where I live, and this is I give
Turnin' top-notch crews fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King
Like a sniper when shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, tellin' the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow
It man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and love song
All you MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you wanna squawk

Can't get a decent contract, beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's
mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Napoleon, or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I rock in the
And I'm a in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess the king of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the around