Luyện nghe bài hát Breakthrough

Knuckleheads gossip all over town
Every time I by you're just standin' around
in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I in the place
I wanna take my gun and 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 people hip-hoppin' on the
Whole body-rockin', and everything's chill
Get back to New York, and the act ill
See, I with the devil, made a promise to God
I experience in goin' all the way to the top
It's harder harder than all the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk now your ego is scarred

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

Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live
Hope my reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when ask you what you did with your life
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 much 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 knuckleheads they bleed
I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to
I'ma you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you away from wack beats and
you to that ticket line
So you can come in my show and the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the
The last man who listen ended up gettin' hung

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

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

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

get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's
mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly girl's desire, the man you
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 with the of the sound
L.L. J, the baddest around