Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

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

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

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

Fuck them, I to college radios, mix shows
Historic university to sick flows
Might give a lecture about your rap
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 news is

Whether to the prison or grave, you know this rap
Is built the strength of those to hunger the crave
My Clan got rhymes for days to be skilled, it
Most of them can't escape the solar

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

They didn't know, that makes me more 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 well known
He said, this sample shit got too many cooks in the
Now he's to flipping love borns and cypher says
To support his kids, much even wiz

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

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

From graffiti in New York on the walls and
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

My teams about shoot outs, the fans shout loud mouths
The clock ran out, the ref throw the sign, it's over
The rambling, teams scheme
The ring fending, they must 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 with the is wack, sound similar

It gotta be exciting, striking,
the best out, to dawn through Harlem
Writing, light stroke from my pen might
The tape lent, got a little air, half the spins

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

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

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