Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw and told the story
Raw day dreams of holding
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It take long to see who would stay strong
High upon
Some B-Boys put their bangs on
But some kept on
Step on to
Others that were pursuing the same shit we we ruled in
But what a
The for being the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the Midwest where
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and their
Separated by the gimmie technique
And a desire to be the this week
I gotta the speak
Cause talk is
Even the broke kids can it
That's why I stand close and if dope then I'm supportive
But if not
keep the mic warm
For the one
Respect the
And make wishes on the stars born

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

I used to be young, and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper renown
From Minneap to the
Capture girls in
Snap, and stomp
That's I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that 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 people that was
Was down with a lot of that was bullshit
But I shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

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

Within the
Fact
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
the lines of painted concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To short in your cross fader
I never got later
For to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air a leper
I've to that not so fresh faze
And to that not quite so serious
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I don't it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was and it grew
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few that developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give just enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? it's
Open arms patient
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with this
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, been tested 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
my mind state
My rhymes me into
I check one two
I guess do get pissed
But intentions were to
the empire before I get tired
The that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same ones build me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."

"Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out really what I am. I 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."]