Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day of holding glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would stay
High upon
Some B-Boys put their gang on
But some kept on
Step on to
Others that were pursuing the shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The passion for the best
a quest for allies to rest

In the Midwest where
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
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 tops week
I gotta floss the
Cause talk is
the broke kids can afford it
That's why I stand and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
the artform
And make your wishes on the born

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

I used to be young, dumb and full of
Like it was rituals
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a world renown
From to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, and stomp
That's what I
The abyss that sits in-between the one holds the mic and those that
don't listen
Formed crews
Rocked talent shows at
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the pool
I met a grip of that was bullshit
Was down a lot of people that was bullshit
But I pull 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 demos
We want to do shows and our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
Nitwit
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The was urban
shows
Made friends foes
Overall we flows
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm buggin' off the in my life that made me like this

the movement
Fact
Tryin' to avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that 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 not so fresh faze
And to that not so serious state
manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I don't it
That's it no
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was let it through
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 ? it's
arms patient charms
I know the words and I can them
is it
one inquisits
Do they leave this interest
In fact most begin crave the
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 sayin' I'm better you
That's my mind
My rhymes me into
I check one two
I some 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 same ones build me
Now quietly in your head say, "Yes you can me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to 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 subject to a rigorous
test in order to 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 I am before I die."]