Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

You, you, you
(You can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)

You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)
you hate it

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

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

Bum-rushin other rappers like
This is a sport, it's called hip-hop
You can't 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 and a nose bleed
Whenever I break wild, you Jake
You try to slow me down, but your first

I always keep my eyes on a worthy
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

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

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 than
You have to have a listenin ear for new

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

Street rappers hear a style that they 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 imagine what would if I gave you the mic
One night, and you somethin you didn't write
If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you might to fight

I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and
luck can duck the bone-breaker
You're caught in a grip, tight and squeezin
Whinin and cryin, beggin and

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

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

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