Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

Ge-ge-get down,
listen to this [Incomprehensible]
Listen to the

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

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

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

Righteous I live, give to my mom
Pops raised me like a winner settled for smaller
I am a in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my
In of my life, never 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

wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
I give a damn anyway
Hey, skins are skins I 'em any day
But anyway about that
I think it's time for drip to rip the rap
Let me for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
And the quickness the verse will disperse, like that

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

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

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

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

You stop
You quit
You quit
Word up,