Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

Castle you too
black takes on C4
Then could C4

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

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

Fuck them, I stick to college radios, mix
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 the hall
Popular is the tag in the bathroom stall, it
language is so captivating
When we a rap nigga, the news is devastating

Whether to the prison or grave, you this rap shit
Is built from the strength of those to hunger the
My Clan got rhymes for to be skilled, it pays
of them can't escape the solar rays

Name a crew 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 hold a mic with, thinking I might

They know, that only makes me more determined
Ich lebe fur hip hop, you can ask the
Some say I never got for recognition
So I drop another, they 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 says
To his kids, much even hyper wiz

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

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

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

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

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

It gotta be exciting, striking,
the best out, to dawn through Harlem
Writing, light stroke my pen might choke
The tape lent, got a little air, then 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 with the force of wind

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

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