Luyện nghe bài hát General Principles

Castle you too
black takes on C4
Then could C4

I must put in to get mine, many hours to earn power
Like the hand, he should wear 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 baked potato
Sizzling in some beef full of like jheri curls
Shout out to DJ's who kept it
a few in the thou', but some never broke the seal

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

The name was a that rang through the hall
Popular is the tag in the bathroom stall, it
This language is so
When we lose a rap nigga, the news is

Whether to the prison or grave, you know this rap
Is built from the strength of those to 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 that I strike with
Let try to hold the pen that I write with
You can even chop off my fingers I with
Those I hold a mic with, I might quit

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

Plus I, ran into a well musician
He said, this shit got too many cooks in the kitchen
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, weed blast Buick-Regal
The same brother you was throwing key to
the 7 niggaz in the building to see you

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

From in New York on the walls and trains
DJ's in California, to the of Maine
on the floor who be doing they thang
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 the sign, it's over time
The rambling, teams scheme
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, remember the
Producer with the is wack, sound similar

It be exciting, striking, lightning
Bring the out, to dawn through Harlem
Writing, light stroke my pen might choke
The tape lent, got a little air, then 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
it vocally with the force of wind

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

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