Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)

You, you, you
(You rappers be like Fred)
you hate it

This is a rap
And I'm the man at the podium
Keepin you and freakin
I came alive from the world of streets, baddest
And up a lotta MC's to find my seat

So cover your chest, your head
If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall
I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin letter
To beat me, you got to have a or better

Bum-rushin other rappers like
This is a contact sport, called hip-hop
You suckers hang when I'm rhymin fast
Cause your mic doesn't have enough power to

But when I slow it to a moderate speed
You catch a migraine headache and a bleed
I break wild, you call Jake
You try to me down, but your first mistake

I keep my eyes on a worthy opponent
Cause it'll really be a to see em lose, won't it?
I keep ready and prepared for all
I handle whatever call, too to fall

you see Freddie Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the show's all over and the remains
In your brain and you walk away sayin my
Feelin good like a man that eat swine

asleep at night, and you start to dream
If you was a paid on the hip-hop scene
You'd be on the neck, and your pockets are fat
But bein a rap a bit more than that
You have to have a listenin ear for new

And speak your words fluent, so clear
The mumblin jumbo's a comical
That the devils make money off and can mimic
When you run out of rhymes, stand there sweaty
'Cause you wasn't ready, Freddie the Foxxx
I'm

Street rappers hear a style that they a lot
When they make that first record, their are hot
Not hot like you it on the radio all the time
But hot stolen rhymes

whispered in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine would happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you somethin you didn't write
If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you might have to

I throw jabs and rights, left and hay-makers
luck can duck the bone-breaker
You're caught in a grip, tight and squeezin
Whinin and cryin, and pleadin

I'm lyrical and mystical, I want you to
Cause when you gear up to come to a
Don't wonder why hit my stage
Freddie Foxxx on a rappin' rage

I make rappers real nervous, em the jitters
em 'E' for effin' and I beat up the quitter
Hold my hand around his neck and I grab him by the
Then Karate-kick him Mataka bear

boast and brag about their lyrical skills
But they all shut the up when I break ill
Cause I all races and house both sexes
got a reason to sweat the three X's
I'm