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 door way for me
I saw ways and told the
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would strong
High upon
Some B-Boys put their bangs on
But some kept on
on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the same we thought we ruled in
But what a
The passion for the best
Puts a 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
Guided by their envy insecurity and hatred
by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the this week
I gotta the speak
Cause is cheap
the broke kids can afford it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
the artform
And make your on the stars born

the movement
Fact checkin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
They reside on Lake
To the way we our eyes to sleep
And drift through Deep 9 type shit
To this
I've been around for as long as
I've been to that not so fresh
And that not so serious state but I've
manifestate

I to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I made initial
I wanted to be a rapper world
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 shows at
Saturdays on the 18 make my way to the record pool
I met a of people that was bullshit
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 love between me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We want to demos
We to do shows and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely knew his own equipment,
The prefix was
Wrecked
Made made foes
Overall we flows
And now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life made me like this

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To that in your cross fader
I never got lost
For to pester
Just throw hands up in the air like a leper
I've been to that not so faze
And to that not so serious 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 and it grew
Gave it and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my
For the of em
I give them just enough to cause
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
Open patient charms
I know the words and I can spell
is it
When one
Do they leave this interest
In fact most begin the business
Bringin' me to the
it no more no less
The the life 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 sayin' I'm better you
my mind state
My rhymes take me
I check one two
I guess some do get
But intentions were to
Built the empire I get tired
The ones that tare me down know it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in 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
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 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 what I am I die."]