Luyện nghe bài hát Kamikaze

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

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

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

Well if it did, back 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 stop lettin' 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 around the fuckin' clock

But when I of education, you fear that
and such, you don't wanna hear that
First I you, now I teach you
Don't you dare try to bite the hand that'll you

To the pot of gold, the rainbow
Lyte'll you, I know the way to go
So just close your eyes and just take my
Remember MC Lyte has the master
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 don't get upset
But when I see wack shit gettin' I get vexed

Turn on the video, what's mess?
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 weak
Full of, of bullshit rhyme
So step off roach or get upon
my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4
Do you more?

I floor any emcee
That wanna gets me
So yo, pack bags, and skedaddle
Just walk, 'cause you wanna battle

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

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

Inside, there's no
Outside there's than meets the eye
So now you know not you're guessin'
But because I 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
Sayin' I'll rap now and how to rap later

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

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