Luyện nghe bài hát Da Baddest Poet

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