Luyện nghe bài hát Grippo

I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was
found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn
Left a of instructions, an MPC and a mic
My sci-fi and utensils to write

Right or wrong, I think hip hop is where it
Where it comes from one is but son we them songs
It was a ploy got fools up in mechanized toys
We are beings of boys

Now you can break all you wanna, all you wanna
Graff all you wanna, all you wanna
But I wanna show you the stars are made of
I wanna you the stars

So the anger and oppression
With guilt and depression and yours, it's yours
Substitute the anger and
With guilt and depression and yours, it's yours

White listen to white boys
Black boys listen to boys
No one to no one
No one to no one

Alone on a mountain top, uprooted the earth
Drifting normalcy a gold piece in God's purse
Is here, we're earthless here
God versus fear, man fear

Fear not, I purse my lips and like a glock
Violence is a metaphor for victory's
is inevitable but our death is not

Now you can break all you wanna, scratch all you
Graff all you wanna, laugh all you
But I wanna you what the stars are made of
I show you the stars

So the anger and oppression
With and depression and it's yours, it's yours
Substitute the anger and
With guilt and depression and yours

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

I wanna show you what the are made of
I wanna show you what the stars are of
I show you what the stars are made of
I wanna show you the

So substitute the and oppression
With guilt and depression and it's yours, yours
Substitute the anger and
guilt and depression and it's yours