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

This is a rap
And I'm the man at the speakin
you dancin and freakin
I came alive from the world of streets, beats
And bashed up a lotta to find 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 me, you got to have a army or better

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

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

I keep my eyes 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

When you see Freddie Foxxx, you know be entertained
the show's all over and the sound remains
In your brain and you walk sayin my rhyme
Feelin good 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 have to have a listenin ear for new

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

Street hear a style that they like a lot
When they make that first record, 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 what would happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you recite somethin you write
If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you have to fight

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

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

I make real nervous, give em the jitters
Give em 'E' for and I beat up the quitter
Hold my around his neck and I grab him by the hair
Karate-kick him like Mataka bear

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