Luyện nghe bài hát Breakthrough

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

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

See the problem is you what another man has
His car, his wife, or his
But that's weak, you gotta do on your own
'Cuz when you're you got friends but when you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, strengthen your soul
Stop livin' off your like you're three years old
Instead of like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
Why don't you take monkey-ass and get a college degree?

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

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

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

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

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

Can't get a decent contract, your ain't workin'
Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that
I'm than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I in the park
And I'm a killer in the daytime, and after dark
So don't never ever mess with the of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the around