Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck A Hook

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

We takin it back to the and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his
down at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground people surroundin
Ready to draw him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll for him, for real, his heart's warm
This here let the trigger talk for him
So you've warned (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 tables fast as Jam Master Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes Dre
If you could choose between a broke or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, foes in the grave
I movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I shoot but I don't do it with
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all witness I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you ain't box me back
And watch your back, don't take another look into the
of a nigga that's to ride 'til 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 rhyme all day
YES!
I'll show you the back of your

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

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna 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, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio
I was straight long as my played tapes
And this on before all of them 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 place
These new cats that rap to me groupies
You never see 'em in Max or them Guccis
Or woulda got robbed for them Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
we took, have you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or goin to
I know I'ma - many lifes
rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

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