Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

Ge-ge-get down,
Please listen to this
Listen to the

Monkey, see monkey do, follow this I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my spell
'cos 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
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming

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

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

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

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

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

brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're hard
the ride from mom
What's the for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack so you try to front and cream
But that workin' 'cos 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 all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this road you not play
Around the way I must with my people
Chill at clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad of self

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

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

You stop
You quit
You don't
up, yeah