Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Go Against The Grain

How many MCs we put in pain?

I had a dream I was in an MC war
Kinda different than any other I had before
MCs packin' rhymes Jiggys be packin' nines
They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin'

I threw a metaphor, this player me an encore
They asked him you go and fuck with pop for
You his diary, heard he's won every rivalry
If you ask me I you owe him an apology

An old school cat who got under his cap
So don't approach me with bullshit black
Because I been there, did that, bust and sold crack
Been at but I been put here to rap

So no what you do and say
My style put here to stay
Just like the sun sees the day
that you hear my story

To all them who thought I wouldn't make it
You ain't got for me
You clean the shit off my shoes
That I stepped in when I was out there my dues

a blown fuse, bad news
Good for nothin' like tattoos and saggy
June drop the jewels on 'em
'em, go get 'em

Yo let's go to war and my is to score
mad points as my opponents hit the floor
You come the best way you know how nigga
Gun play, that's the way it down nigga

I know you the rules of New York
Bullshit walk, so all that bloodclot talk
We hawk, I stalk the streets the ginsu
Anybody move, cop killer to tissue

Hits you, put you where the good split you
that be doubtin' my steez nigga please
I been through more shit than toilet flushes
Ran through more than NFL rushers

Plus this be the best connect that you've
In a long time, motherfuckers my word
Observe the way I cock back and serve
Niggas in my way hit with the AK

I'm quick to cause static
Laugh in your face, haha, let you have it
So lounge my you in the danger zone
It's only certain parts allowed to roam

And don't 'cause shorties down the block is deep
Got somethin' for that ass that lift you off feet
And real

How many MCs must we put in
Before somebody says don't go the grain?
The grain, here to jumpstart the engine
And keep the world

We blessed with skill to make a nigga pay
So we gave a away to MCA
To take to from uptown round to China
You turn that Tokyo back to South

Whoever got the currency you got me performin' at big arena
That's of smoke from Medina
up the greenery
My backstage'll set the scenery

So I can let you what rap mean to me
It's 'cause cash rule under property
I'm goin at the land, nuthin' stoppin' me
Cockin' back nine, 'em in nine holes

Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, and nose
I told by a higher power to do whatever
It to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader
Mentally I'm by society

So I'm flippin' on them niggas eyein' me and payin' salary
For me to tell my brothers to each other
I ain't fuckin' the ignorant, I'm goin' undercover
Breakin' along with cordless mics
When strike I beat that ass 'cause he can't fight

How many MCs must we put in
somebody says don't go against the grain?
The grain, here to the earth's engine
And keep the world and spinnin'

How many MCs must we put in
Before somebody says don't go against the
The grain, here to jumpstart the engine
And keep the movin' and spinnin'

Ha ha, spinnin', word up, movin', we it
Movin', GP losin'
The grain, word up, niggas is always
How we move and other shit, up, it's that shit

Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin' y'all, up
Unh, keep it movin' y'all, word up up, the grain, baby
Yeah, yeah, niggas how it go, word up