Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Moly

Yeah, as a kid growin' up in
My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of
Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm

was this one gospel record I liked like, like
Like holy moly, I get some religion and leave you holy, holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat, it's poly
I give you details so you can get to know me

These corporate rappers like, "Why dude pickin' on me?"
You rap way to the top but now it's gettin' lonely
Kids is and you lookin' like a steak from Nick & Tony's
But don't nobody your jewels 'cause your shit is phony

Say word? Your shit is Damn, your shit is corny
Rhymes turn a new like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the to Chloe

Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest New York
Started out skatin' for Zoo York,
out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got Derek Dudley

Got him on respiration, pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo
Sometimes I feel I'm drownin', I gotta tread water
Head above the water, I always remember

Heads up, open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define
Sometimes hopeless people fill my with evil
My record so hard it broke the

At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a though
And disrespect the of Justo
the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay respect, then what you come fo'?

Too many good niggaz die, it's like a loss
niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Storch beat

You are not Short, you are not
not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin' sweets, the beats weaker gelatin

We used to kick up dust, now we
Rest in to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and we miss you, word

Rest in to Shaka, 21 gun salute
In the air like blak, blak,
You're here 'cause you're livin' through me
like a gift God has given to me, what?