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 told the
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees
It take long to see who would stay strong
High school
Some B-Boys put gang bangs on
But kept on doing
on to ruin
Others that pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The for being the best
a quest for allies to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props
And a desire to be the tops this
I gotta floss the
Cause talk is
Even the broke can afford it
That's why I 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 stars

the movement
Fact checkin' tryin' to avoid all channels of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
They on Lake Street
To the way we close our to sleep
And through Deep Space 9 type shit
To this
I've around for as long as sound
been to that not so fresh faze
And that not so serious state but I've
Metamorphed

I used to be young, dumb and of vision
Like it was religious
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world
From Minneap to the
girls in crowns
Snap, crackle and
That's I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one holds the mic and those that
don't listen
some crews
Rocked talent shows at
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the pool
I met a grip of people that was
Was down with a lot of people that was
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

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

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

Well sometimes it and I don't answer it
That's it no
No thirst to the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just enough to cause
Not on attention
But if you ? it's
arms patient charms
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave this interest
In fact begin crave the business
me to the table
That's it no 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 I'm better than you
That's my state
My rhymes me into
I check one two
I some do get pissed
But intentions were to
Built the before I get tired
The that 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 curtain up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely
what I am, what I to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
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 importance to me, as such, but I
find out what I am I die."]