Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

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

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

A fry nigga in a baked potato world
Sizzling in some beef full of grease jheri curls
out to DJ's who kept it real
Shook a few in the thou', but some never the seal

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

The name was a that rang through the hall
is the tag in the bathroom stall, check it
This is so captivating
When we lose a rap nigga, the is devastating

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 days to be skilled, it
Most of them can't the solar rays

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

They didn't know, that only makes me determined
Ich fur hip hop, you can ask the Germans
Some say I got this for recognition
So I drop another, they shocked and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be exciting, striking, lightning
Bring the out, to dawn through Harlem
Writing, stroke from 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 of events, shook the station
I stick up the track, only with the pen
Terrorize it with the force 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 they
To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to

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