Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge Of Self

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Please to this [Incomprehensible]
Listen to the

Monkey, see do, follow 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 might go out, puff a blunt and sip
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 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
around the way know what's up, they can't front
Kids are smoked up like blunts
All over nonsense, brothers die
I'm looking for an answer, I can't it
I think we need a help, word
gotta find knowledge of self

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

I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
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 prince in this land, not 'cos I a grand
Got in my dome
In command of my life, never ever trife
Thanks to my man fifty grand Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and
The of fake hugs and fake ass kisses

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

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

Some brothers think they're it when they ain't shit
'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin'
the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how such a fool
I a stern 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 who you were this road you would not play
Around the way I stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, that was lethal
Now I got my health, word
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 of self
I got mad of self
You get it, yo, you gotta, gotta get it
Yo, you gotta, gotta get it,

You stop
You don't
You quit
Word up,