Luyện nghe bài hát Hater Players

Yes
Every day somebody ask me all the real MC's is at?
underground
There's mad talented underground with that raw shit
Bringin them raw skills
YaknowwhatI'm
Really, to me

It's a Small Wonder, Vicki, why I'm picky
These niggas suck like
And still get to they shit in like Mickies
I'm sick of the hater-players, on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the
a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin up your bodily fluids, style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know you be talkin about
You should retire, get that watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical
Now get this, these wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
My point is, flow gets stoped!
By all means, you need more practice, take ass home
Everybody at you, fish tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay catchin rep
And keep it blacker the back of your neck
What you expect, hollerin
we developin the followin
Gettin played like stone love and dollar vans
Order reverse your universe so your is first
Before rise it gets worse
You need a night nurse like
Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is you say to me
Like supposed to mean somethin?
You the one I frontin in the club
act I don't buy it, I got the dub
Come on everybody, come on show your love

Visions my synaptic space
Command and shape, to illustrate my landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous
Thickets the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up tree tops
Eavesdrop; and the incline of sunshine, nine
in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all a cipher, and they came to absorb it
I follow suit, and it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to it
Destined to rise, I'm basement adjacent
is still so just chill and be patient
Some heads like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about to and shout but don't say shh...
I ain't your student so I to be tested
I'm majestic, I my strength without effort
My, method is unorthodox, but of course it
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my
Run the and galvanize the audience
I represent, I don't come off with no corniness
It's all luminary, despite
Some say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around calypso
And, to yourself like a schizo
There no bottom on the ???

on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar
We to take y'all home
Here we go

We got all on lock
meat to stock
Black Star, Throwin like Kid Rock in bars
Men flock to we are, cause its the place to be
I grab my paint, jump on stage and emcees
We sell our souls Spawn and come for the throne I sit upon
or written songs, shit we can get it on!
Going back and forth, forth and back, all the track
the mic's like quarterbacks
Of its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is
Out of fear of called a hater, imagine that!
We havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at
My battle raps blast ass back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause it costs ain't worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees
But they can't, ain't no for effort, so why bother?
Cause your calls my name out like Clarence Carter
Clarence Carter, Carter!
(I be strokin, what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock
And always the bona-fide head nodders
Aiyyo, for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, for these hater-players

Blackstar shining