Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

You, you, you
(You rappers can't be 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 dancin and
I came alive from the world of streets, beats
And up a lotta MC's to find my seat

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

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

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

I keep 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 call, too strong to fall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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