Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

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

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

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

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

The was a bell that rang through the hall
Popular is the tag in the stall, check it
language is so captivating
When we a rap nigga, the news is devastating

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

a crew that can stop 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 a mic with, thinking I might quit

They didn't know, that only makes me more
Ich fur hip hop, you can ask the Germans
Some say I never got this for
So I drop another, they and still listen

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

A bad amigo, stroke your ego
You see the flash in the dash, weed blast with
The brother you was throwing your key to
Brought the 7 in the building to see you

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

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

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

These rap players and got a lot of endorsements
them hire law enforcements
Plus, I just turned down tracks, remember the
Producer with the is wack, sound similar

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

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

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

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