Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

You, you, you
(You can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers be like 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
Keepin you and freakin
I came alive from the world of streets, baddest
And bashed up a lotta to find my seat

So your chest, protect your head
If a rhyme catches mind sleep, you fall dead
I kick it wicked 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 suckers hang when I'm rhymin fast
Cause mic doesn't have enough power 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 keep my eyes on a worthy opponent
Cause really be a trick to see em lose, won't it?
I keep myself and prepared for all
I handle whatever call, too 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 away my rhyme
Feelin good like a man that eat swine

Fall at night, and you start 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 than
You have to have a listenin ear for new

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

Street rappers hear a 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 in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine what happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you recite somethin you write
If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you might have to

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

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

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

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