Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the door way for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day of holding glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It take long to see who would stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put their bangs on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we in
But a surprise
The passion for the best
Puts a quest for to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a hand
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
by their envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the props technique
And a desire to be the this week
I gotta floss the
talk is cheap
Even the broke kids can it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic
For the one
Respect the
And make wishes on the stars born

Within the
Fact checkin' tryin' to completely all channels of backstepping
From the lines of on the concrete
They on Lake Street
To the way we close our to sleep
And drift Deep Space 9 type shit
To find
I've around for as long as sound
I've been to that not so faze
And that not so state but I've evolved
manifestate

I used to be young, dumb and full of
Like it was rituals
I made decisions
I wanted to be a world renown
From to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, crackle and
what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one holds the mic and those that
don't listen
Formed crews
talent shows at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the pool
I met a of people that was bullshit
Was with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We want to make
We want to do and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around with kid Kazir
engineer
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
shows
Made friends foes
Overall we made
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like

Within the
Fact
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
From the lines of painted
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To short in your cross fader
I got lost later
For to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air a leper
I've been to that not so fresh
And to that not quite so state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
That's it no
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was nurtured and it
it sleep and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that have developed I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just enough to cause
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
Open arms charms
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In fact most begin the business
Bringin' me to the
it no more no less
The the life the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been and I've tested some
I'm not I'm the best
I'm not
Like the of em
Just sayin' I'm than you
That's my state
My rhymes take me
I check one two
I some do get pissed
But were to inspire
Built the empire I get tired
The ones that tare me don't know it
But they're the same ones that me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the 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, they
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out what I am. I don't care about FREEDOM? I don't
rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I must
find out what I am I die."]