Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

Castle you too
black takes on C4
Then could C4

I put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power
Like the ashy hand, he should only the rope flower
I be a broke nigga, better in showers
Sellin' CD's on the of Sunset and Dower

A small fry in a baked potato world
Sizzling in some beef full of like jheri curls
Shout out to who kept it real
Shook a few in the thou', but some never broke the

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

The name was a bell that rang the hall
Popular is the tag in the stall, check it
This is so captivating
When we lose a rap nigga, the news is

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

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

They didn't know, 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, shocked and still listen

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

A bad amigo, will your 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 know these god streets is so gritty
With sour milk titties, that'll spoil the city
The corner backs, strong attack is a blitz
But we don't lie down for shit, not even hits

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

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

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

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

M.C.'s be stuck with fear
The nature in the scale of events, shook the
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 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, Queen E5, E5, 95, takes C4)
(Masters 3, and castle)