Luyện nghe bài hát Kamikaze

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

I'm tryin' hell to get some results
But you can bet your ass it's difficult
They try to keep it down because I talk to a
In other because I try to teach

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

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

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

But when I talk of education, you that
Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear
I pleased you, now I teach you
Don't you dare try to the hand that'll lead you

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

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

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

Takin' up my airtime, with that whack
Full of, of bullshit rhyme
So step off or get stepped upon
Because my rhymes they spray D-Con 4
Do you want

'Cause I floor any
That wanna with me
So yo, pack your bags, and
Just walk, 'cause you wanna battle

I got the button that'll get rid of wack
It's called the Brooklynizer, you beggin' on your knees
So quit up space on the CD rack
You better prepare, 'cause gives no slack

Inside of me, dwells a hundred
for the kickoff, waitin' for attack
Who gives a fuck? Bring posse
'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is kamikaze

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

Everyone wants to rap, this a wagon?
your band and hop and start draggin'
All you rappers, fuckin' impersonators
I'll rap now and learn how to rap later

No for that, time is too short
And the rappin' it cannot be bought
A artist? You can't be
Maybe you'll look with a posse

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