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 can't be Fred)
you hate it

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

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

Bum-rushin other like Rhyme-O-Cop
This is a contact sport, it's hip-hop
You suckers can't hang when I'm rhymin
Cause your mic doesn't have enough to last

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

I always keep my on a worthy opponent
Cause it'll really be a trick to see em lose, it?
I keep myself and prepared for all
I handle whatever call, too strong to

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

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

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

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

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

I jabs and rights, left hooks 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 and mystical, I want you to know
Cause when you gear up to come to a
Don't wonder why thunder hit my
It's Freddie Foxxx on a rappin'

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

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