Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Moly

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

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

These corporate like, "Why this dude pickin' on me?"
You rap your way to the top but now gettin' lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from & Tony's
But don't want your jewels 'cause your shit is phony

Say word? Your shit is Damn, your shit is corny
Rhymes a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids when Larry Clark gave the part 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 Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin', I gotta water
Head above the water, I always headquarters

Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind
I find hope inside a line, my define opus
hopeless people fill my thoughts with evil
My record so it broke the needle

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

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

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

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

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