Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw ways and told the
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would stay
High school
Some B-Boys put their gang on
But some on doing
on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we in
But a surprise
The for being the best
Puts a quest for to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a hand
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
Guided by their envy and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props
And a desire to be the tops this
I floss the speak
talk is cheap
Even the kids can afford it
why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the born

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

I used to be young, and full of vision
Like it was religious
I made decisions
I wanted to be a rapper renown
From to the Bronx
girls in crowns
Snap, crackle and
That's I found
The abyss that sits the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even
some crews
Rocked talent at schools
on the 18 make my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of that was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was
But I pull shit from the asshole of an before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We want to demos
We want to do shows and our own instrumentals
Do our own
around with this kid Kazir
Nitwit
knew his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
shows
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 completely all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that short in cross fader
I got lost later
For to pester
throw your hands up in the air like a leper
I've to that not so fresh faze
And to that not quite so serious
manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few that have developed when I let in my spectrum
For the of em
I them just enough to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? welcome
Open patient charms
I know the words and I can them
is it
When one
Do they leave this interest
In fact most begin crave the
Bringin' me to the
That's it no more no
The the life the stress
Slug, the mic, the

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

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely
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 myself to a
test in to find out really what I am. I don't care about FREEDOM? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I
out what I am before I die."]