Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still
Don't flex at me, who's this kid, 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
on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah retarded
Brothers fly