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 be like Fred)
A-a-and you it

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

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

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

But when I slow it down to a moderate
You catch a headache and a nose 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 it'll really be a to see em lose, won't it?
I keep ready and prepared for all
I handle whatever call, too to fall

you see Freddie Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the show's all over and the sound
In your brain and you away sayin my rhyme
Feelin good like a man that eat swine

Fall asleep at night, and you start to
If you was a paid rapper on the scene
You'd be heavy on the neck, and your are fat
But a rap star's a bit more than that
You to have a listenin ear for new ideas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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