Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain to go numb
I'm seein' peoples in the turn to dark and that's for real, son
Cause when I'm comin' I never go
And rappers they be goin' in rever-sal
But me, what you know me, is goin' ahead
I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my always approves better
Let there, be light to the end of tunnel
Take a walk with me, and use your mind like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation, with symbolation,
Intoxication be somethin' if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could make me quit or even forfeit
And if you wanna see Class, a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio, but this the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe, let's start the show
And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or maybe Ray, ha
Yeah, one for ya mind

Many rappers be spittin' game think they somethin'
But when they turn around all see is people frontin'
music, think it's hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul, you can never your own

2]
When I be on the microphone I'm goin' off just the power
And plus I the beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I, take it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your yellin' help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy
You can call it what ya want just let it pass ya by
And Classified's over, kid
And that's the way it's goin' and that's the way it is
So along, move aside, now rest assure
That every who can rap thinks he's all that but fall back
Cuz you be slippin' on the that I committed
And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' terrific
But come on, son you just a gone to sleep
Mc's down on the rival on the feet
Take it as you want it, give it how you feel is
Talkin' at the mouth them tryna earn a mic

*Here I am 20 years old to make it
Rippin' the microphone I'm muthafuckin' 60
Here I am 20 old trying to make it
I am, here I am, here I am.....*

3]
What would rappers try to do if they never heard a
Trying to be a story havin' no say like Helen Keller
But I'm much weller, so when I speak what's goin in my
Take ya days, months, years that don't it's just time
I'mma climb, the of luck, for real
So what's the deal, how you make me out to be a killa
The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, that's how I ya
So don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and ya
Yeah, that's how I prove to be with my very own words
Five years, payin' dues, never thought that I would
But yo I wanted things so I lost
And if I'm goin' then I guess I paid the cost
Only time would tell if I it back
But four later kid I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict I gotta get some
But all you other rappers what the xxxx you rappers for