Luyện nghe bài hát Hater Players

Yes
Every day somebody ask me where all the real is at?
They
There's mad talented underground with that raw shit
Yaknowwhat'msayin? them raw skills
sayin?
Really, to me

It's a Small Wonder, Vicki, why I'm picky
These suck like hickies
And still get to slip they shit in like
I'm of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm fucking with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so
up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be about
You should retire, get that watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, cops, and blood clots
My point is, your flow stoped!
By all means, you need more practice, take ass home
Everybody lookin at you, fish syndrome
In full effect, I catchin lyrical rep
And keep it than the back of your neck
you expect, emcees hollerin
Cause we developin the
Gettin played stone love tapes and dollar vans
Order your universe so your demise is first
Before your rise it gets
You a night nurse like Gregory
Beggin me - it hurts! - is what you say to me
Like that's supposed to somethin?
You the one I seen frontin in the
Your act I 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
among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree
Eavesdrop; and hear the of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to it
I suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to it
Destined to rise, because I'm basement
Spirit is still so chill and be patient
heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns to scream and shout but don't say shh...
I ain't your student so I to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without
My, method is unorthodox, but of it rocks
My serious synopsis drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and the audience
I must represent, I don't come off no corniness
It's all luminary, commentary
people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you around like calypso
And, murmur to yourself a schizo
There no bottom on the ???

on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar
We bout to take y'all
YaknowwhatImean? we go

We got all markets on
From to stock
Black Star, what? Throwin like Kid in bars
Men flock to we are, cause its the place to be
I grab my paint, on stage and deface 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 shit is whack
Out of fear of being a hater, imagine that!
We havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at
My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural
So floss, cause what it costs worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Girl emcees Wannabe
But they can't, ain't no for effort, so why bother?
your girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter
Clarence Carter, Carter!
(I be strokin, that's I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we harder
And always the bona-fide head nodders
Aiyyo, for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these

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