Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

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Please to this [Incomprehensible]
Listen to the

Monkey, see monkey do, this when I cue you
The mic is my wine it me cast my voodoo spell
'cos I'm F U N K Y
Suckers try to I say, "Why, oh why?"
I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and then I go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin'
Waitin' for the payday, it's soon

Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war
Why did I say that? 'Cos a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know up, they can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up blunts
All over nonsense, die constant
I'm for an answer, I can't find it
I think we need a help, word
gotta find knowledge of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of

I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get it, you get it

I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me like a winner never for smaller
I am a in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my
In command of my life, ever live trife
Thanks to my man fifty grand Spike
Now I'm on my to riches and bitches
The of fake hugs and fake ass kisses

Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or I MC?
I don't a damn anyway
Hey, are skins I stick 'em any day
But anyway enough that
I think it's about time for to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes
And with the the verse will disperse, like that

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get knowledge of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad of self
You gotta get it, you get it

Some brothers they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin'
Borrowed the from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the ya think ya pleasin'?
You self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a
I keep a stern face as you're moves

I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm
Know what you are? wick wack!
A with no colour 'cos all I see is gray
If you who you were this road you would not play
Around the way I must stay with my
at some clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad of self
You get it, yo, you gotta, gotta get it
Yo, you gotta, get it, yeah

You stop
You quit
You quit
Word up,