Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Understand It

There are too many MC's who are
You ask me, they even supposed to make it
In the rap biz, don't know what rap is
So give it up, a actor or a actress
Or a producer, 'cause you to use the
Mic right, so take before I bruise ya
For sayin' bull crap wack raps on wax
You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that

Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin'
I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin'
But deep down you know who you are
Your rhymes are not up to par, you superstar
And that really on my nerve
When a gets the credit that he don't deserve
Goin' platinum and don't no soul
Some rappers are mad and don't even go gold
I don't like the way it's goin'
Because it should be the way around

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

MC's, goin' on?
I don't understand, man, how rappers transform
One you're hardcore and raw
what you was known for, but not no more
You changed, you rearranged, you're not the same, your raps are
explain why you lost your fame
Used to be on top, then you fell rain drops
You turned pop, now you no gain props

Who's fault is Nobody's but your own, black
to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack
So MC's, don't ever step out range
Remain the same and only with the time
Unless you get dropped a dime
Go for like I'm goin' for mine
But if you're rough, stay rough, if dap, stay dapper
And never try to look or sound like another rapper
Just your own needs
Some rappers wore chains, and now they're wearin' beeds?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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