Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you see Freddie Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the all over and the sound remains
In your brain and you walk sayin my rhyme
Feelin good like a man don't 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 to have a listenin ear for new ideas

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

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

Whatever's whispered in darkness, has to to light
So what 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 to fight

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

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

I rappers real nervous, give 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 like bear

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