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 hand, he should wear only the rope flower
I be a broke nigga, better in showers
Sellin' CD's on the corner of and Dower

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

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

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

Whether to the prison or grave, you this rap shit
Is built from the strength of to hunger the crave
My Clan got for days to be skilled, it pays
Most of them can't escape the rays

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

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 drop another, they shocked and still

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

A bad amigo, stroke your ego
You see the flash in the dash, weed blast with
The same you was throwing your key to
the 7 niggaz in the building to see you

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

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

My teams about 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, must be dreaming

These rap and slayers got a lot of endorsements
Make them 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 through
Writing, light stroke from my pen choke
The tape lent, got a little air, half the spins

M.C.'s be stuck with fascination
The nature in the scale of events, the station
I stick up the track, armed only 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
on the floor, who be doing 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)