Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Understand It

There are too many who are overrated
You ask me, wasn't even supposed to make it
In the rap biz, they know what rap is
So give it up, become a actor or a
Or a producer, you fail to use the
Mic right, so take flight before I ya
For sayin' those bull wack raps on wax
You need to get smacked, sit back and rip contract

Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't games
I should get foul and buck and start sayin' names
But deep down you know who you are
Your are not up to par, you fake superstar
And that really gets on my
When a rapper gets the that he don't deserve
platinum and don't have no soul
Some rappers are mad nice and even go gold
I don't like the way it's down
Because it should be the other way

I understand it
(I don't it)
I don't it
(I don't it)
I don't it
(I understand it)
How take this rap game for granted

MC's, what's on?
I understand, man, how rappers cold transform
One minute you're and raw
That's what you was known for, but not no
You changed, you rearranged, you're not the same, raps are blame
explain why you lost your fame
Used to be on top, you fell like rain drops
You turned pop, now you no longer gain

Who's fault is Nobody's but your own, black
Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now stone wack
So MC's, ever step out your range
Remain the same and only with the time
Unless you get dropped a dime
Go for yours like I'm goin' for
But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay
And never try to look or even like another rapper
fulfill your own needs
Some rappers wore chains, and now they're wearin' beeds?

I don't it
(I don't it)
I understand it
(I don't it)
I understand it
(I don't it)
How take this rap game for granted

I understand it
(I understand it)
I understand it
(I understand it)
I understand it
(I understand it)
How MC's take this rap game for

is how it should be done
I'm not the one, and my raps is strong gum
But some MC's the mic and sound dumb
Plus slum, rap skills have none
(How come?)
And I wonder how the hell records sell
raps are stale and frail
They're like fairy tales
Your technique and everything you weak
You got a little airplay because of your

fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black
Step to this and get ran over like train
Your raps wack, and you went on tour with that
Crap, don't it, cause rhyme skills you lack
I got soul that Nike Airs, givin' MC's nightmares
be frontin' hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs
But call themselves MC's
Please, how could be?

I understand it
(I don't it)
I understand it
(I understand it)
I don't it
(I understand it)
How MC's this rap game for granted

I don't it
(I don't it)
I understand it
(I don't it)
I don't it
(I understand it)
How MC's this rap game for granted

I don't it
(I don't it)
I understand it
(I understand it)
I don't it
(I don't it)
How MC's this rap game for granted
I understand it