Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the door way for me
I saw and told the story
Raw day dreams of holding
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would strong
High upon
Some put their gang bangs on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others that were the same shit we thought we ruled in
But what a
The passion for the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the Midwest heads
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs that may it
Guided by their envy and their hatred
Separated by the props technique
And a desire to be the tops this
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 your wishes on the stars

Within the
Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
They 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 used to be young, dumb and full of
Like it was religious
I made initial
I wanted to be a world renown
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, crackle and
what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and that
don't even
some crews
Rocked talent at schools
Saturdays on the 18 my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people was bullshit
Was down with a lot of that was bullshit
But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel I let him hassle and

The love between me the mic and the turntable
to studios
We want to make
We to do shows and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The was urban
Wrecked
Made made foes
we made flows
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm buggin' off the in my life that made me like this

Within the
Fact
Tryin' to avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that in your cross fader
I never got lost
For efforts to
Just throw your up in the air like a leper
I've been to that not so faze
And to not quite so serious state
manifestate

Well sometimes it and I don't answer it
That's it no
No thirst to find the
It was in me deep
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
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 enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
arms patient charms
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In fact most begin the business
me to the table
That's it no more no
The love the life the
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been tested and tested some
I'm not I'm the best
I'm not
Like the of em
sayin' I'm better than you
That's my mind
My rhymes me into
I check one two
I guess some do get
But intentions to inspire
Built the before I get tired
The ones that tare me don't know it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in your head say, "Yes you can me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find
what I am, I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject to a rigorous
in order to find out really what I am. I don't care 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."]