Luyện nghe bài hát Express Yourself

A lot of brothers out there
and perpetratin' but scared to kick reality

We been doin' all this dope
You ain't had a chance to show 'em time it is

Well you want me to do?

yourself!

I'm expressin with my capabilities
And now I'm livin' in facilities
Cause don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my is hereditary
But my is very necessary
it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
When you got a and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you
Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my
they don't flow like this one
You know what? I hesitate to diss one
Or two I'm through, so don't try to sing this
drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it
I still express, yo, I don't weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brain damage
And brain on the mic don't manage, nnothin'
But a sucka and you equal
Don't be another

Whoa!
Yourself

Now, back to the PG
program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made
Expressin' their subject because they like to follow
The words, the style, the
Again and again and again, yo, on the other end
a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin' or guessin' I'm expressin' myself
It's crazy to see be
What society them to be, but not me
Ruthless, is the way to go, know
Others say which fail to be original
Or kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some curse at home
But scared to use profanity when the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little
say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the
Stretch Arm Strong say, "Hell no!"
But you it ain't all about wealth
As as you make a note to express yourself!

Whoa!
yourself

Cause if you wanna start to up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it (a big of it)

Expression is a big of it, a big part of it!

a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an
Or a lesson, all of 'em
And if you start fessin', I got a and Wessun for ya
I ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and
It's Dre on the mic, gettin'
Doin' the job, Stretch Arm is the lynch mob!
Yes I'm a climb, but you know you this
And the knowledge is growin' just a fetus
Or a tumor, but is the rumor
Dre is in the and he's up to no good
When I expressin' myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky this I'm doin' damage
Or I'm a be too hyped, and need a jacket
I got knowledge, and other lack it
So, you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like, it's like we're hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it for your good health
But I won't strike if you

yourself!

on and do it
on and do it

yourself!