Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin' you, I like it
be honest man, honest?
I'm up, I'm serious, serious?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blow out your face, your skull back, now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised, on the subway
Baldhead on 42nd Street, on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my from Rahway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah styles
feelin fly