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 dumb
i neva half ass my blast you overcome-ed
the basement should have waited for you're diploma
instead you dropped out now you the microphone ta
let the fox out a box out the
rippin to end agenda 'cause im the microphone binga
you started rhyming you been barred from flyin
trying to push me to (peat)? I didnt buy your tape pussy is cheap.
Pushing me so i brush it to fuck it.
You get busted to because my stuff is conducted.
On some thouroughness fuck the world shit dont make it happen.
You roll without friends but that dont attract them.
The man travelin band i stand saggin my pants
skin color the slim brother.
I cancel and contort your financial
AnRs ridiculed for thoughts to deliver you
your crew brain lacerations.
Your having about stardom is only fame masterbation
my is has awaken the criterion
so judgement is passed anyone budges i
in that ass and got class for the clone
brothers to relax strait to the back like domes?

Where you at to all the bad heads the word
Where you at and if you getting fed by the
Where you at and all the keeping shit tough
Where you at and others talking shit us... bitch

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

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