Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

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

Bam, the door way for me
I saw and told the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put gang bangs on
But some kept on
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 allies to

In the Midwest where
Is just a full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and their
Separated by the gimmie props
And a to be the tops this week
I floss the speak
Cause is cheap
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 keep the mic
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the born

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

I to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I made decisions
I to be a rapper world renown
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
That's I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that 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 that was bullshit
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

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

the movement
Fact
to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the of painted concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To short in your cross fader
I never got later
For efforts to
Just throw your hands up in the air like a
I've to that not so fresh faze
And to not quite so serious state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was nurtured and it
it sleep 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 ? welcome
arms patient charms
I know the words and I can spell
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In fact begin crave the business
me to the table
That's it no more no
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been tested and 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 take me
I check one two
I guess do get pissed
But intentions to inspire
Built the before I get tired
The ones tare me down don't know it
But the same ones that build me
Now in your head say, "Yes you can feel me."

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