Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And speak your fluent, so everythin's clear
The mumblin a comical gimmick
the devils make money off and suckers can mimic
When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there
'Cause you ready, like Freddie the Foxxx
I'm

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

Whatever's in darkness, has to come to light
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 to fight

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

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

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

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