Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I bought that album man, 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 drums are too
I don't the snares
Coulda used a different type of
You're wack man,

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

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

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

with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, your house's mortgage off the hill
I'm for real necks, payin' 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 Master card's doin' work
thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap sandwich in yo' backpack

School up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, this kid, standin' next to me
I got sawed off shotgun WIC checks with me
Suckers I'm android, no time to feel

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
Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway

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

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

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

I twist the 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 hear
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 bumps, tryin' to rap on beat
I cut fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound

B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist 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

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

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

Yeah, yeah styles
feelin fly