Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Hype

Testin', testin',
You can hear me, what what?
Testin', testin',
You can me, what what what?
Mic, , check, check check
You can me?
I'm enough?
Mic mic, microphone, check,
Can you me?

Yikes, you know what I
I keep it hype, the words I write
I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

Yikes, you know I like?
I keep it hype, the words I write
I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic
I say my rhyme loud, all of my might

People say that nigga crazy, I'm throwin' off, I my voice up then, go off
The of different, Titan of screamin' chantin' louder than
A hundred people clappin' keep them fuckin' crackin'
Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag make it ragged
Vocals blow horns 'til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that on your bike with the basket
Bling bling through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin' this ass music

Yikes, you know what I
I keep it hype, the that I write
I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

Yikes, You know I like?
I keep it hype, the words I write
I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic
I say my loud, with all of my might

The doctor my ass, so I've been hollerin' since an infant
Gotta make sure hear me 'cause I wants my attention
the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn't whisper I was talkin' so they sent me to the office
The say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't to lower the volume"
"Hmm, your name?" "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps be interested in joining our school choir?"

Said, "Nah, for funny boys"
"Either or a suspension," While you roll, here I come boy
I holla, but I gotta try
Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no!
That gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try mathematic"
But I'm too clumsy so I went to the
But I made more noise honkin' than I did I was playin'

Yikes! ain't workin' so I'm leavin'
The very day I was in R O T C
Had no problems soundin' off like I had a pair, four
But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to
All this inside, made me tired, on top of that
One of my teachers see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the
When I got there I seen my teacher about eight fine broads

I said, "You for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we you on our cheerleadin' squad"
Hell no, never Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F
Go, team, fight, win
Nah this shit ain't cool, fuck these teachers and this
I gotta loud but I don't know what to use it for
'Til they me that they was gon' put me in the talent show

Yikes, you know I like?
I keep it hype, the that I write
I rock the whole crowd, I need a mic
I say my rhyme loud, all of my might

Yikes, you know what I
I it hype, the words that I write
I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

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