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 and told the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
way king
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put gang bangs on
But kept on doing
on to ruin
Others that were the same shit we thought we ruled in
But what a
The for being the best
Puts a quest for to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
Guided by their envy and their hatred
by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the tops this
I floss the speak
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
keep the mic warm
For the one
the artform
And make your wishes on the born

the movement
Fact checkin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
They reside on Street
To the way we close our eyes to
And drift through Space 9 type shit
To find
I've been around for as long as
I've been to that not so fresh
And not so serious state but I've evolved
Metamorphed

I to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a world renown
From Minneap to the
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
what I found
The abyss sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even
Formed some
Rocked talent at schools
Saturdays on the 18 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 of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love between me the mic and the turntable
to studios
We to make demos
We want to do and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around with this kid
Nitwit
Barely knew his own equipment,
The prefix was
Wrecked
Made made foes
Overall we made
And now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life made me like this

the movement
Fact
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
From the lines of concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that short in your cross
I never got lost
For efforts to
Just throw your hands up in the air a leper
I've been to 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 planted in me
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 just enough to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? it's
Open arms patient
I know the words and I can them
is it
When one
Do they leave this interest
In most begin crave the business
Bringin' me to the
That's it no no less
The love the life the
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
sayin' I'm better than you
That's my mind
My take me into
I check one two
I guess do get pissed
But intentions to inspire
Built the empire before I get
The ones tare me down don't know it
But they're the ones 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 determined to find
what I am, what I amount to. They me I am everything, they 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 care about I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I
find out what I am I die."]