Luyện nghe bài hát Da Baddest Poet

Cops ain't to me
ain't nothing but free pens and long distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got birth
never paid parking ticket:
It's 20 dollars now or 300
You your money, come and get it
But bring 200 guns and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never a bet
Looking at the on my wrist like
"Is my minutes up yet?"
Got more time te now;
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You buy me
I'm holding my chips 'till I land on base
I burn any bridges;
I never needed none of 'em in the place
''cause money made is gone is money never had
Money here only pretends to for the people we leave around
Always pack light ''cause the guns are packing
All mad ''cause someone else em
Shaking in waste-your-life-away stance
''cause it's cool to be hip:
Fools rule the Universe - O.K.
You say you want blood but piss all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on Washington Street
Tell 'em it's difficult to have sex on
''cause most of us can't afford
And if we could, we'd move out the hipster of Oakland
(The fine line between low and no income)
I read no lips ''cause I am stone
wanted to be a rapper
But when I made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one me here
In the immortal words of
"You should killed me last year."
Bit in the mortal words of me
torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends
But the old saying goes
"If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, a one-man army
MC's want beef, they wnna shake my hand
Then make a diss song me
Idiots live to outdo their
While my inner Napoleon is frying the fish
I hold the like a mic and a girl like a cross
People say I'm
But we know who's in vogue and the revolution comes
All you'll how to do is beg
The man... is the fucking Devil
The man is the baddest poet