Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

Castle you too
You're black on C4
white could C4

I put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power
Like the hand, he should wear only the rope flower
I can't be a nigga, better in showers
Sellin' CD's on the corner of and Dower

A small fry in a baked potato world
Sizzling in some beef full of like jheri curls
Shout out to DJ's who kept it
Shook a few in the thou', but some never broke the

Fuck them, I to college radios, mix shows
Historic university to freestyle sick
give a lecture about your rap texture
M.C. B-Boy, DJ, director

The name was a bell that through the hall
is the tag in the bathroom stall, check it
This language is so
we lose a rap nigga, the news is devastating

Whether to the prison or grave, you know rap shit
Is built from the strength of those to the crave
My Clan got rhymes for days to be skilled, it
Most of them can't escape the rays

Name a crew that can the force that I strike with
Let alone try to the pen that I write with
You can even chop off my fingers I type
Those I hold a mic with, thinking I quit

They didn't know, that only me more determined
Ich lebe fur hip hop, you can ask the
say I never got this for recognition
So I drop another, shocked and still listen

Plus I, ran into a known musician
He said, sample shit got too many cooks in the kitchen
Now he's back to flipping love borns and cypher
To support his kids, even hyper wiz

A bad amigo, will stroke ego
You see the flash in the dash, blast with Buick-Regal
The same brother you was throwing key to
Brought the 7 niggaz in the to see you

You these god damn streets is so gritty
With sour milk from titties, that'll spoil the
The corner backs, strong attack is a blitz
But we don't lie down for shit, not direct hits

From graffiti in New on the walls and trains
DJ's in California, to the of Maine
B-Boys on the floor who be they thang
To MC's, ropes, who had titles to claim

My teams about outs, the fans shout with loud mouths
The clock ran out, the ref throw the sign, over time
The rambling, visiting teams
The championship fending, they must be dreaming

These rap and slayers got a lot of endorsements
them hire law enforcements
Plus, I turned down tracks, can't remember the
with the beats is wack, sound similar

It be exciting, striking, lightning
Bring the best out, to dawn through
Writing, light stroke my pen might choke
The lent, got a little air, then half the spins

M.C.'s be stuck with fear
The nature in the scale of events, shook the
I stick up the track, armed only the pen
Terrorize it vocally with the force of

graffiti in New York, on the walls and trains
DJ's in California, to the shores of
on the floor, who be doing they thang
To MC's, behind ropes, who had to claim

is hip hop
(Then takes C4, and C5, and C6)
(C5, E5, E5, 95, Bishop takes C4)
(Masters 3, and castle)