Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck A Hook

Da 5'9"]
Comin up next is the
and MC's

We it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his
lookin down at him astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the with people surroundin
Ready to draw around an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his heart's
This nigga here let the trigger for him
So you've been (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on
I turn tables as Jam Master Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke like Dre
If you could choose between a broke or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the
I make movies Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I shoot but I don't do it cameras
NOPE!So you can call me
You can all witness what I be doin to all of these (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to me
if you tryna box me back
And watch your back, don't take look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to ride he blind

(Fuck a hook.. a hook)
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)
Yeah, and on
Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will all day
YES!
I'll show you the back of brain

Slap you with the of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate
Clap you when the rappin is
Change the clip, I send back where they from
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a short
Changin fast, the I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the reaper about the sick shit
This iron is showin you the shine by Christ
You about to see dead without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, food off my mother's table'll
get you killed regardless, like my brother's
My heart and a part of me, that'll test the truest
We can do it, put your into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you wanna play with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you you need
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm to breathe life in it

it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, in the DAY, when nobody needed radio play
I was straight long as my played tapes
And this went on before all of pay dates
We was backflippin and to save face
I hope before you lay on your back, you your grace (pray!)
These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your
new cats that rap to me they groupies
You never see 'em in Max or them Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for them
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
items we took, have you goin to
We crooks, we goin pro or goin to jail
I know I'ma spare - lifes
This rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

Chka-chka...
("Get in your mind, get in your
Get in mind all day!!")