Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

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

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

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

So cover your chest, protect head
If a rhyme your mind sleep, you fall dead
I kick it like a wizard, rhymin every letter
To me, you got to have a army or better

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

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

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

you see Freddie Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the all over and the sound remains
In your and you walk away sayin my rhyme
Feelin good like a man that don't eat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rappers boast and about their lyrical skills
But they all shut the fuck up I break ill
Cause I take all races and house both
They got a reason to the three X's
I'm