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 lights to dark and that's 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 way because my style always approves better
Let there, be to the end of every tunnel
Take a walk with me, and use your mind just like a
Your lookin' at the situation, with symbolation,
Intoxication must be somethin' if they keep on
Cuz nothin', could make me wanna 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 start the show
And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or maybe Ray, ha
Yeah, one for ya mind

Many be spittin' game think they sayin' somethin'
But when they turn around all they see is frontin'
Makin' music, 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 like the power
And plus I bring the that keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I, could it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin', the got your body yellin' help
To the rappers, or yet the crappy actors
You can call it what ya 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, 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 you did it you'd be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on, son you just a dreamer to sleep
Mc's down on the rival on the feet
it as you want it, give it how you feel 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 trying to it
Here I am, here I am, I am.....*

3]
What rappers try to do if they never heard a rhyme
Trying to be a story teller havin' no say Helen Keller
But I'm much weller, so when I speak what's in my mind
Take ya days, months, years that don't matter just time
climb, the ladder of luck, for real
So the deal, how you tryna make me out to be a killa
The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, how I feel ya
So don't be or I'll be the one to up and spill 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 never wanted 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 makin'
I guess I'm an addict I gotta get some more
But all you other rappers what the xxxx you many for