Luyện nghe bài hát Kamikaze

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

I'm like 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 words because I try to

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

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

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

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

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

of me, you try to picture me
Can you detect, can you see I'm
Well, usually Lyte get upset
But when I see wack shit pressed I get vexed

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

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

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

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

Inside of me, a hundred maniacs
for the kickoff, waitin' for attack
Who gives a Bring your posse
'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin'

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

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

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

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