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 hours to earn
Like the ashy hand, he should wear only the flower
I can't be a nigga, better in showers
Sellin' 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 never broke the seal

Fuck them, I to college radios, mix shows
university to freestyle sick 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

to the prison or grave, you know this rap shit
Is built the strength 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 stop the that I strike with
Let try to hold the pen that I write with
You can even chop off my I type with
Those I hold a mic with, thinking I quit

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

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

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

You these god damn streets is so gritty
With sour milk from titties, spoil the city
The hood corner backs, strong is a blitz
But we lie down for shit, not even 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 titles to

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

These rap and slayers 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 stroke from my pen might
The tape lent, got a air, then half the spins

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

From 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 titles to

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