Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I bought that album man, it's man
I'm tellin' you, I don't 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 the snares
used a different type of sample
You're man, yeah

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

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

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

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

the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the brother 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 bills
You go wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack

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

out your face, pull 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 tracks and vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, like gladiator, air central
You smokin' embalmin' fluid, are mental

I got dreams to wear your parts off cash machine
That's in the me with bags, in the Wells Fargo
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 the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
Y'all wanna step to Phi B, big like the family
your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery, don't

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

Heather B, step to me, with thin sound
Twist knobs, your engineer, mixed like Baskin-Rob's
You on the charts, with just enough to Pop
Publishin' checks you 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 feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

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

Yeah, styles retarded
Brothers fly