Luyện nghe bài hát Current Status

I rap city high like to my eyesight
witnesses bitches and frontin to bring a shit
you get nothing from this write redundant to bring the shit
i half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed
the basement aroma should have for you're diploma
instead you dropped out now you the microphone ta
let the fox out a box out the
rippin to end your agenda 'cause im the binga
since you rhyming you been barred from flyin
trying to me to (peat)? I didnt buy your tape 'cause pussy is cheap.
Pushing me deep so i brush it to it.
You get busted to rubbish because my is conducted.
On some thouroughness that fuck the world dont make it happen.
You without friends but that sure dont attract them.
The man travelin band i stand saggin my pants
skin color the slim brother.
I cancel and contort your support
AnRs for havin thoughts to deliver you
give your crew lacerations.
Your having dreams about stardom is only fame
my is has awaken the criterion
so is passed anyone budges i blast
bust in ass and got class for the clone
brothers need to relax strait to the back like

Where you at to all the bad with the word
you at and if you getting fed by the herb
Where you at and all the brothers keeping tough
Where you at and others shit about us... bitch

no excuses i feel there's none needed
i know that you resent me 'cause i how im greeted.
Im quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the
im around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot
now i no longer have time for your
the ignorace is just as dangerous as the inteligence
its all about the im trying to grasp it
and my son will forgive me for my habits
i manage to those flavorless with shitty flows.
Amped of their actin out their favorite videos
it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case
now walk away and save face the beef even you belive it aint needed
i know that deep down you me 'cause you study how im greeted
its sewing up seams, its holes,
slug knows its more than toy flows and a b-boy prose
see, he it clear and he strikes the fear
and he a grammy for marketing strategy of the year
where oh where is the server current status MCs need to their bras off an burn them.

you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just dont care
Where you at and for the kids in the tack-fully surveying the stage to see whos wack
Where you at and to the ones that the mics at shows house partys or by themselves (goahead get your flow on man )
Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night fame on trains bus benches and stop lights
Lavish il never have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to your amaturish
Lavish il have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to your amaturish madness
your current status