Luyện nghe bài hát I Love Music

[Verse 1: Tech
The, the, the reason that I'm
Seeping
It me cheese, why I'm eaten in Bad Season
Was deep in beef and was some beats to release in evenings
of me being up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens with keys and obstacles
Made it possible for the flow go to be
Yo audible, his inaugural product popped and was plausible
God is so for giving me music!
Liftin', gettin' me though it when I was fixing to it
hit Big Scoob's shit and reppin' the blue tip
Fool's skipped Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip
Full clips for who stick the homie for grip
My crew, to music, we all living through it
Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho
In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and and a sombrero
This gift ain't given a devil, so settle
Come and get this rebel music hot as a kettle, pendejo
Saved my life, paid my lights, my wife, say "Bye Bye"
my nights babes, I like prayed my mic
Would never fade, forever slayed, I write
My raised up better, faze way high hyped
My music's one I always get to lay my pipe
The reason Tech Nina can say "Night, night"
Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why
I hear, I feel, I live, listen and
I like...

Krizz Kaliko]
(I music)
Yeah, I love (I music)
For (I love music)
And I (I love music)
To (I love music)
Go and play it (I music)
Yeah, know what I'm (I love music)
My (I love music)
what I'm saying?

[Verse 2:
Automatic I do this
Manually, daily, monthly,
I get a closer to being the coolest
got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit
Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mike produced it
music pahtna
I'm just a poet incredible rhythm
Words arranged will let you he has incredible in him
I mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha
I laugh because it's than do ray mi fa so la
Ti do, we he go say what on that C Note
And he can pay a C Note with B Note
I'm talkin'
And I got stories I show you that it's walkin proof
A thousand miles of it and I can show you what I'm walkin'
Music ain't a hobby, it's an organ, of my body, that the creator provided in January of '92
So don't you say good music skipped my generation
Your hatin' nothin' but motivation for these compilations
Oob!

[Verse 3: Lamar]
is my life
The why I write
Like Allen Poe on the beat, like a parasite
You thought a parachute made my flow just out the sky
Then you fell apart into a part no one would buy
tried my limits cause they're afraid of heights
The ambition, or gravity let 'em die
I let you live until a compose a rhyme
Then it's like a in your ass every time
and time again I treat my pen like The Pen
Bars harder Pelican Bay and I been
Servin' a life sentence the day I was ten
Nine outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap
Into a pool of sharks then
That's an analogy on the way I do
And I do shit casually
Before the verse end, be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend

[Bridge: Krizz
And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be here!
If it for my music, you wouldn't have nothing to hear, yeah
And I love...

[Outro: N9ne]
up!!!