Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to make your brain start to go numb
I'm seein' in the lights turn 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' straight
I'm never, goin' the way because my style always approves better
Let there, be to the end of every tunnel
Take a with me, and use your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation, MC's symbolation,
Intoxication be somethin' if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could make me 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 start the show
And get it on, Marvin Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one time for ya

Many rappers be spittin' game think sayin' somethin'
But when turn around all they see is people frontin'
Makin' music, think it's to the bone
But deep inside your soul, you can hold your own

2]
When I be on the microphone I'm off just like the power
And plus I bring the beat that keeps your head for hours
And now I, could it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin', the funk's got your yellin' help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy
You can call it what ya want just don't let it 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 that but fall
Cuz you be slippin' on the beats that I
And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' terrific
But come on, son you just a dreamer gone to
bowin' 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 earn a mic

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

3]
What would rappers try to do if they never a rhyme
Trying to be a story havin' no say like Helen Keller
But I'm much weller, so when I speak what's in my mind
Take ya days, months, years don't matter it's just time
I'mma climb, the of luck, for real
So what's the deal, how you tryna make me out to be a
The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, how I feel 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
Five years, payin' dues, never thought that I would
But yo I wanted things so I lost
And if I'm goin' down I guess I paid the cost
Only time would tell if I it back
But four tapes later kid I'm makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict I gotta get more
But all you other rappers what the you many rappers for