Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

Castle you too
You're takes on C4
Then white C4

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

A small fry nigga in a baked potato
Sizzling in some beef full of grease like jheri
Shout out to who kept it real
Shook a few in the thou', but some broke the seal

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

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

Whether to the or grave, you know this rap shit
Is built from the of those to hunger the crave
My Clan got rhymes for to be skilled, it pays
Most of them escape the solar rays

Name a crew that can the force that I strike with
Let alone try to hold the pen that I 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 makes me more
Ich fur hip hop, you can ask the Germans
Some say I got this for recognition
So I drop another, shocked and still listen

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

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

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

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

My teams about shoot outs, the fans shout loud mouths
The clock ran out, the ref the sign, it's over time
The rambling, visiting teams
The championship ring fending, must be dreaming

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

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

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

From graffiti in New York, on the walls and
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

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