Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bad amigo, will stroke 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 these god damn streets is so gritty
With sour milk from titties, spoil the city
The hood corner backs, attack is a blitz
But we don't lie down for shit, not direct 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 they thang
To MC's, behind ropes, who had to claim

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

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

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

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

From in New York, on the walls and trains
DJ's in California, to the shores of
B-Boys on the floor, who be doing 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)