Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

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Leave it all to hip-hop to make simple brain start to go numb
I'm peoples in the lights turn to dark and that's for real, son
Cause when I'm comin' I go commer-cial
And other they be goin' in rever-sal
But me, what you know me, is goin' straight
I'm never, the wrong way because my style always approves better
Let there, be light to the end of every
Take a walk with me, and use your mind like a funnel
lookin' at the situation, MC's with symbolation,
Intoxication must be if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could me wanna quit or even forfeit
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 game think they sayin' somethin'
But when they turn all they see is people frontin'
Makin' music, think it's to the bone
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 like the
And plus I bring the beat that keeps your bobbin' for hours
And now I, could take it to fragrance
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your body help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy
You can it what ya want just don't 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 move along, move aside, now assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that but fall
Cuz you be slippin' on the that I committed
And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' terrific
But come on, son you a dreamer gone to sleep
bowin' down on the rival on the feet
Take it as you want it, give it how you is right
Talkin' at the mouth them MC's tryna a mic

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

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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 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 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 that I would lose
But yo I never things so I lost
And if I'm goin' down I guess I paid the cost
Only time would if I made it back
But four tapes kid I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict I gotta get more
But all you rappers what the xxxx you many rappers for