Luyện nghe bài hát Da Baddest Poet

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