Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

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Monkey, see monkey do, this when I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my spell
Hell I'm F U N K Y
Suckers try to I say, "Why, oh why?"
'Cos I don't 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 tunes
for the payday, it's coming soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm
Know you are? Wick wick wack!
A brother with no 'cos all I see is gray
If you knew who you were road you would not play
Around the way I must stay my people
Chill at some clubs, though that was
Now I got my health, word
I got mad knowledge of

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

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

You don't
You don't
You quit
up, yeah