Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

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

You, you, you
(You can't be like Fred)
A-a-and you it

is a rap session
And I'm the man at the podium
you dancin and freakin
I alive from the world of streets, baddest beats
And bashed up a lotta to find my seat

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

other rappers like Rhyme-O-Cop
This is a contact sport, it's called
You can't hang when I'm rhymin fast
Cause your mic doesn't have power to last

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

I always keep my on a worthy opponent
it'll really be a trick to see em lose, won't it?
I keep myself ready and for all
I handle whatever call, too strong to

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

Fall at night, and you start to dream
If you was a paid rapper on the scene
You'd be heavy on the neck, and your are fat
But bein a rap a bit more than that
You have to a listenin ear for new ideas

And speak words fluent, so everythin's clear
The mumblin jumbo's a gimmick
That the make money off and suckers can mimic
When you run out of rhymes, gonna 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, rhymes are hot
Not hot like you it on the radio all the time
But hot like rhymes

Whatever's in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine what happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you recite somethin you write
If it belonged to Foxxx, you might have to fight

I throw jabs and rights, left and hay-makers
Only luck can duck the
You're caught in a vice grip, tight and
and cryin, beggin and pleadin

I'm lyrical and mystical, I you to know
Cause you gear up to come to a show
Don't wonder why thunder hit my
It's Freddie on a rappin' rage

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

Rappers boast and brag about their skills
But they all shut the fuck up when I ill
I take all races and house both sexes
They got a reason to sweat the X's
I'm