Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

[Sample: "Have you it? Sing along.
If you hear it you're gonna hear it right now."]

Bam, the door way for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Nation wannabees
It didn't long to see who would stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put their gang on
But kept on doing
on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we in
But a surprise
The passion for the best
Puts a for allies to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs that may it
Guided by envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props
And a to be the tops this week
I floss 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
They reside on Street
To the way we close our eyes to
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 serious but I've evolved
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
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
That's what I
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and that
even listen
Formed some
Rocked talent shows at
on the 18 make my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was
But I pull from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
to studios
We want to demos
We want to do and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely knew his own equipment,
The was urban
Wrecked
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 this

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to completely avoid all of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted
reside on Franklin Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To that short in your cross
I got lost 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 state
manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I don't it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just enough to cause
Not trippin' on
But if you ? it's
Open patient charms
I know the words and I can them
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In fact most 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 tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
sayin' I'm better than you
That's my mind
My rhymes take me
I check one two
I guess some do get
But intentions were to
Built the empire I get tired
The that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same ones 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 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
test in order to find out really what I am. I don't care about I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I
out what I am before I die."]