Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to your simple brain start to go numb
I'm seein' peoples in the lights to dark and that's for real, son
Cause when I'm I never go commer-cial
And other they be goin' in rever-sal
But me, what you know me, is goin' ahead
I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my style approves better
Let there, be to the end of every tunnel
Take a walk with me, and use your mind just a funnel
lookin' at the situation, MC's with symbolation,
Intoxication be somethin' if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could make me wanna quit or even
And if you wanna see Class, a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio, but ain't the rodeo
But if you go toe to toe, ding let's start the show
And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one time for ya

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

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When I be on the microphone I'm goin' off just the power
And plus I bring the beat that keeps your bobbin' for hours
And now I, could take it to another
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your yellin' help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the actors
You can it what ya want just don't let it pass ya by
And takin' over, kid
And that's the way it's goin' and that's the way it is
So move along, move aside, now assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all but fall back
Cuz you be slippin' on the that I committed
And everytime you did it be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on, son you a dreamer gone to sleep
Mc's down on the rival on the feet
Take it as you want it, give it how you is right
Talkin' at the mouth them tryna earn a mic

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

3]
What would try to do if they never heard a rhyme
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 matter just time
I'mma climb, the ladder of luck, for
So what's the deal, how you tryna me out to be a killa
The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, that's how I ya
So don't be or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
Yeah, that's how I prove to be committed with my very own
Five years, dues, never thought that I would lose
But yo I wanted things so I lost
And if I'm down then I guess I paid the cost
Only would tell if I made it back
But four tapes later kid I'm still raps
I guess I'm an addict I gotta get some more
But all you other rappers what the xxxx you rappers for