Luyện nghe bài hát Hater Players

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

It's a Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky
These niggas like hickies
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 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 mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about
You should retire, get that watch, be out!
Yo, the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
My point is, your gets stoped!
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass
Everybody lookin at you, tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay catchin rep
And keep it blacker than the back of your
you expect, emcees hollerin
Cause we developin the
Gettin played like love tapes and dollar vans
Order reverse your universe so demise is first
Before your it gets worse
You need a nurse like Gregory
Beggin me - it hurts! - is what you say to me
Like supposed to mean somethin?
You the one I seen frontin in the
Your act I buy it, I got the dub
Come on everybody, come on just show your

Visions occupy my synaptic
and shape, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to
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, I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just and be patient
Some approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about to scream and shout but say shh...
I ain't your student so I to be tested
I'm majestic, I my strength without effort
My, is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my
Run the gauntlets and the audience
I must represent, I don't come off with no
It's all luminary, commentary
people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like
And, murmur to yourself like a
ain't no bottom on the ???

on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar
We bout to take home
Here we go

We got all on lock
From meat to
Black Star, what? Throwin Kid Rock in bars
Men to where 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
Freestyle or songs, shit we can get it on!
Going and forth, forth and back, all across the track
Passin the like quarterbacks
Of its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em to say when shit is whack
Out of fear of being a hater, imagine that!
We ain't havin reachin past the star status that you grabbin at
My battle blast your ass back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause what it costs worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl Wannabe
But they can't, ain't no for effort, so why bother?
Cause girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter
Carter, Clarence Carter!
(I be strokin, that's I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock
And always the bona-fide head nodders
Aiyyo, later for the
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for hater-players

Blackstar shining