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 and told the story
Raw day of holding glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It didn't long to see who would stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put their gang on
But some kept on
on to ruin
Others were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The for being the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the where heads
Is a hand full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie technique
And a to be the tops this week
I gotta the speak
Cause is cheap
Even the kids can afford it
That's why I stand and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
keep the mic warm
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the stars

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

I used to be young, and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I made initial
I wanted to be a world renown
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those
even listen
Formed crews
Rocked talent shows at
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 was bullshit
But I pull shit from the 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 rock our own
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The was urban
Wrecked
friends made foes
Overall we flows
And right now as I sit writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life made me like this

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
From the lines of concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To short in your cross fader
I got lost later
For to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air like a
I've been to that not so faze
And to not quite so serious state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
it no asterisks
No thirst to the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was and it grew
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few that have when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I them just enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
Open arms patient
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with 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 tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
Just sayin' I'm than you
my mind state
My take me into
When I one two
I guess some do get
But were to inspire
Built the empire before I get
The ones that tare me down know it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel 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 find
what I am, what I amount to. tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject to a rigorous
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 to me, as such, but I must
find out I am before I die."]