Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I bought album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin' you, I don't it
I'ma be honest man,
I'm dead up, I'm serious,

I don't feel it man, the are too weak
I feel the snares
Coulda a different type of sample
You're man, yeah

Yo, kid is wack, his father's wack
His is wack, that's word, word black
I'm detrimental, I hop up on instrumental
Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled grits

you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on that ass
I'm Big Jim, your mouth, call me Jimmy Steel
Don't freestyle, Bank, y'all keep it real
On Lollapalooza, butts packed with German Lugers

On dates, stashin' mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on back
Some I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, castle more than roughed up

Pockets with royalties, you gets, no
That's word bill, sell your mortgage off the hill
I'm for necks, payin' crackers for my Ampex, yeah

the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

You got commercial records, no monies in wack pockets
You get jerked, my Master charge card's work
thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head balogna sandwich in yo' backpack

School kids up no on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin' to me
I got versatile sawed off shotgun WIC with me
I'm android, no time to feel paranoid

Blow out face, pull your skull back, now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised, ridin' on the
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on
With Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway

word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut back your tracks and vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, gladiator, air conditioned central
You smokin' fluid, elephants are mental

I got dreams to wear parts off your cash machine
That's in the me with bags, in the Wells Fargo
Changin' your incite, I'm class, with appetite
You no comp, for roast pigs, I
style is neck bone, my cab rides by your street, yeah

It's the feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)

I the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
Y'all step to Phi B, big like the [unverified] family
your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery, appeal

Follow through, instructions for your rap crew
word, that kid you rapped, sound like BooBoo
Stinky feet, razor bumps, tryin' to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the

Heather B, step to me, with thin sound
Twist knobs, your engineer, mixed like Baskin-Rob's
You on the charts, with enough to Pop Tarts
Publishin' you signed off, you gets no respect

You gets to lease the Benz, cryin' loud your WIC check
No sale retail, deposit all sales
Yeah, it

It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

It's the feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

Yeah, yeah styles
feelin fly