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 turn to dark and for real, son
when I'm comin' 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 always better
Let there, be to the end of every tunnel
Take a walk me, and use your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation, MC's symbolation,
Intoxication must be somethin' if keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could me wanna quit or even forfeit
And if you wanna see Class, take a fuckin'
Or portfolio, but ain't the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's start the
And get it on, Marvin Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one time for ya

Many rappers be spittin' think they sayin' somethin'
But when they turn around all they see is 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 bring the beat keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I, could it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your body help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy
You can call it what ya just don't let it pass ya by
And takin' over, kid
And that's the way goin' down 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 beats I committed
And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' terrific
But come on, son you just a dreamer gone to
Mc's down on the rival on the feet
Take it as you want it, it how you feel is right
Talkin' at the mouth them MC's tryna a mic

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

3]
What would rappers try to do if never heard a rhyme
Trying to be a teller havin' no say like Helen Keller
But I'm weller, so when I speak what's goin in my mind
Take ya days, months, years that don't it's just time
climb, the ladder of luck, for real
So what's the deal, how you tryna me out to be a killa
The 1, 2 mic thrilla, that's how I feel ya
So be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
Yeah, that's how I prove to be committed my very own words
Five years, payin' dues, never thought that I would
But yo I never wanted so I lost
And if I'm goin' down I guess I paid the cost
Only time tell if I made it back
But four tapes kid I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict I get some more
But all you other rappers what the you many rappers for