Luyện nghe bài hát How U Get a Record Deal?

On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just
a inside of a supermarket, raw dog
I'm the untouchable, never to be out
A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince out!
I'm keepin girls of all on my trail
From a Act down to a Single White Female
Cause when I hit the skins all say, "Damn Kane -
you knock out the like a presidential campaign"
But if you think that lickin toes me weak
you better treat me like Freddy don't sleep
I write raps, ready to rip and rock rough rhymes
Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin
blank - I spell murder to a bum
All you backwards - REDRUM, REDRUM!
Cause I do em somethin awful, em down to a morsel
Makin sure that you're no adorable
Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin, if they
shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word em
It's sort of a tradition in to do or die
So to me is suicide
I couldn't of a rapper takin mines
I feel like Ali, "I'm the of all times"
Floatin like a butterfly, stingin a bee
Yeah I know this ain't boxin but that's my pedigree
But as for you, you have no
How you get a record

Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing
the way I shoot off lyrics a firin range
Breakin out in a cold - the death threat
Gettin props than a movie set
The smooth microphone assassin, keep blastin
Uhh, I keep the count massive
But if you say you increased the Bodycount
You must admit you joined Ice-T's group
Cause you hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin?
to be the new Big Daddy SOMETHIN
But there's only, me, no one is ?, huh
You couldn't come Pryor if name was Richard
Cause I'm the and Omega
Arm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, raw til I'm dead
And to me you shouldn't even try
Cause with wings on tongue, you still couldn't say nothin fly
And I care if you bring a crew
And I don't even care if else writes for you
Man you could even be someone the crowd may just like but
you see me with a bifocal mic
Check my resume, Rap Masters, up
Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that stuff
And for my five year duration
And see that I got spots than a dalmation
Let's get down to this large
You could bring on your squad, none of you chumps are hard
All that garbage you ain't real and seriously, seriously
How you get a record

A lot of today, wonder
should I ask Kane to write for me to say?
Well god damn right you should
Cause my rhymes are spandex, they make any ass seem good
So act like you Baby Pop
when I riggedy the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as I
freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow the flyest
A fury force in the flames of the fire, now
may these MC's in peace
Because when I come to town, the population
I em finished, dead and that's that, huh
Not even Pet Semetary could em back
I slay my pray, A to K, I em like Jennifer Holiday
No no no no no way!
That you ever touch this, no you know how I feel?
I think you your record deal..