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)
A-a-and you it

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

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

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

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

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

When you see Freddie Foxxx, you you'll be entertained
When the show's all over and the remains
In your brain and you away sayin my rhyme
Feelin like a man that don't eat swine

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

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

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

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

I jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers
Only luck can the bone-breaker
caught in a vice 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 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 beat up the
Hold my hand around his and I grab him by the hair
Then him like Mataka bear

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