Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

[Sample: "Have you heard it? along.
If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it now."]

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day of holding glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It didn't long to see who would stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put their gang on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others that pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The passion for being the
a quest for allies to rest

In the where heads
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and hatred
Separated by the gimmie technique
And a to be the tops this week
I gotta the speak
talk is cheap
Even the broke kids can it
why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic
For the one
the artform
And make wishes on the stars born

Within the
Fact checkin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the lines of paint on the
reside on Lake Street
To the way we close our to sleep
And drift through Deep Space 9 type
To find
I've been around for as as sound
I've been to not so fresh faze
And that not so serious but I've evolved
Metamorphed

I to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was religious
I made decisions
I wanted to be a world renown
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, crackle and
That's what I
The abyss that sits the one that holds the mic and those that
even listen
Formed some
Rocked shows at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way to the record pool
I met a grip of that was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people was bullshit
But I pull from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
to studios
We want to demos
We want to do shows and our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around this kid Kazir
Nitwit
knew his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
Wrecked
Made friends foes
Overall we made
And right now as I sit here this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me this

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted
reside on Franklin Ave
To the bird on the elevator
To that in your cross fader
I never got later
For to pester
Just throw your up in the air like a leper
I've to that not so fresh faze
And to that not so serious state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
That's it no
No to find the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was nurtured and it
Gave it sleep and
It was let it through
are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? it's
Open arms charms
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In most begin crave the business
Bringin' me to the
That's it no more no
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
Just sayin' I'm than you
That's my state
My rhymes me into
When I one two
I guess do get pissed
But were to inspire
the empire before I get tired
The ones that tare me down don't it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in head say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, before the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
test in order to find out really what I am. I don't about FREEDOM? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no to me, as such, but I must
find out I am before I die."]