Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

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Monkey, see monkey do, follow this I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo
'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 I might go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin'
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming

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

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

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

Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or I MC?
I give a damn anyway
Hey, skins are I stick 'em any day
But anyway enough that
I think about 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 gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of

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

Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't a job, I know you're frontin' hard
the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how such a fool
I keep a stern face as 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 were this you would not play
the way I must stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, though that was
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad knowledge of

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

You stop
You quit
You don't
up, yeah