Luyện nghe bài hát Da Baddest Poet

Cops shit to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got birth
I've never paid parking
20 dollars now or 300 then;
You want money, come and get it
But better 200 guns and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never a bet
Looking at the fossil on my like
"Is my minutes up yet?"
Got more time te relax
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Rupert throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You buy me
I'm my chips 'till I land on last base
I burn any bridges;
I never none of 'em in the first place
''cause money made is money gone is money had
Money only pretends to care for the people we leave around
Always pack ''cause the guns are packing suckers
All mad ''cause someone else em
Shaking in their waste-your-life-away
''cause it's to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the - it's O.K.
You say you want but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen from every on every Washington Street
Tell 'em difficult to have sex on waterbeds
most of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, move out the hipster settlement of Oakland
(The line between low icome and no income)
I read no lips ''cause I am stone
wanted to be a rapper
But when I finally it there, no one wanted me
no one wants me here
In the words of Ice-T:
"You should have me last year."
Bit in the mortal words of me
I've torn up some rebuttals and some friends
But like the old 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 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 biggest
I hold the like a mic and a girl like a cross
People say I'm
But we know in vogue and when the revolution comes
All you'll how to do is beg
The white man... is the Devil
The white man is the poet