Luyện nghe bài hát Kamikaze

Outside of me, you try to me
Young and black, ain't no mystery
But inside runs deep like an
You couldn't if I spoke in slow motion

I'm like hell to get some results
But you can bet your ass that it's
They try to it down because I talk to a beat
In other words because I try to

But if I talk that shit
Like you can't touch this, shit'll hit
Don't we have any anymore
Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin'

Well if it did, hardcore's to claim it
take it, change it, fuck it, rename it
I got the plan, now let's it effective
You hip-hoppers, you got to be

And stop that bullshit slide for rap
Can't you see that it's a trap?
I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and
You liked that shit, you around the fuckin' clock

But when I talk of education, you fear
Drugs and such, you wanna hear that
First I pleased you, now I you
you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you

To the pot of gold, the rainbow
guide you, I know the way to go
So just your eyes and just take my hand
Remember MC Lyte has the master
We can go thick, in a
You ain't said slick, I'm goin' kamikaze

Inside of me, you try to me
Can you detect, can you see I'm
Well, Lyte don't get upset
But when I see shit gettin' pressed I get vexed

Turn on the video, what's this
A to rap and I'm not impressed
So just leave, get out my
You lame sucker, you fuckin', no

up my airtime, with that weak whack
Full of, of bullshit rhyme
So off roach or get stepped upon
Because my rhymes they like D-Con 4
Do you want

'Cause I floor any
That gets with me
So yo, pack your bags, and
Just walk, 'cause you don't wanna

I got the that'll get rid of wack emcees
It's called the Brooklynizer, have you on your knees
So takin' up space on the CD rack
You better prepare, Lyte gives no slack

Inside of me, a hundred maniacs
Waitin' for the kickoff, waitin' for
Who gives a fuck? your posse
'Cause in the 90's, is goin' kamikaze

Inside, there's no
Outside there's than meets the eye
So now you know not because guessin'
But I told you so, I never fess

Everyone wants to rap, what's this a
Bring your band and hop and draggin'
All you rappers, you're impersonators
I'll rap now and learn how to rap later

No for that, time is too short
And the gift it cannot be bought
A solo You can't be
Maybe you'll look better a posse

But all that you're talkin', you ain't shit
So why you where you at? I think you oughta
Posses matter in the 90's
Here's a warning, is goin' kamikaze