Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain start to go
I'm seein' peoples in the lights to dark and that's for real, son
Cause I'm comin' I never go commer-cial
And other rappers they be goin' in
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 every
Take a walk with me, and use your just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation, with symbolation,
must be somethin' if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could me wanna quit or even forfeit
And if you see Class, take a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio, but this the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's the show
And get it on, like Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one for ya mind

Many rappers be spittin' game think they sayin'
But when they around all they see is people frontin'
Makin' music, think it's 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 that keeps your head for hours
And now I, could take it to fragrance
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your yellin' help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy
You can call it ya want just don't let it pass ya by
And takin' over, kid
And that's the way it's down and that's the way it is
So along, move aside, now rest assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that but fall
Cuz you be slippin' on the beats that I
And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' it's
But on, son you just a dreamer gone 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 years old trying to it
Rippin' the till I'm muthafuckin' 60
Here I am 20 years old to make it
Here I am, I am, here I am.....*

3]
What would rappers try to do if they heard a rhyme
to be a story teller havin' no say like Helen Keller
But I'm much weller, so when I speak goin in my mind
ya days, months, years that don't matter it's 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 pushy or I'll be the one to up and ya
Yeah, how I prove to be committed with my very own words
years, payin' dues, never thought that I would lose
But yo I never wanted things so I
And if I'm down then I guess I paid the cost
Only time tell if I made it back
But four tapes later kid I'm still raps
I guess I'm just an I gotta get some more
But all you rappers what the xxxx you many rappers for