Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

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

I feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the
used a different type of sample
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 with grits

Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on ass
I'm Big Jim, shut mouth, call me Jimmy Steel
freestyle, Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real
On Lollapalooza, their packed with German Lugers

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

Pockets royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, sell 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 feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

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

School kids up no on record labels, y'all still broke
flex at me, who's this kid, standin' next to me
I got versatile sawed off WIC checks with me
Suckers I'm android, no time to feel

Blow out face, pull 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

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

I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash
That's in the me with bags, in the Wells Fargo
Changin' your incite, I'm high class, appetite
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 feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, styles retarded
feelin fly