Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Start Rap Over

(Puff)
See, I to get back to the love.
Let's love over, come on.

Carl Thomas)
Let's love over,
Back to the way were.
Forget them,
all we got is us.
We can it
Sad if we try.
I want to start over.
make it, do or die

When I was nine old,
I realized was a road.
At the end, I win lots of pots of gold.
Days, when I used to my play clothes on,
I would make up my the middle of Voltron,
But you've learned what the do.
curfew,
Hit the when it's dark, make it stand like a podium.
had a box and a strip of linoleum.
Some a boogie, but those that don't
Was a fighter.
easy riders,
Sending people to the store for a and a lighter.
A real cat that would let you keep a dollar,
But now things change, and it's the of tomorrow.
Little is big now,
They'll your wig now.
Can't them to the store,
But you can send for roll
And put on my vine,
And give them one big for all mankind.

People still taking for a joke,
A hope,
Or a with a rope.
What happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
Crates of records, tables, plenty of folks,
playing in the streets, touch football.
Look, y'all,
Somebody get mad and bounce they football.
Twenty four block parties,
Everybody on the block pissing, you a hardy.
Adults used to I was scheming,
But I was to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin'.
Now, every time, that I rhyme I can tell you like it,
Be nursing the tunes the mind of a psychic.
Your mind is weary, like a dove,
Sweating and things, like you were love.
Control the crowd so can accept it.
Total is the perfect method.

Where's the
tell me,
Where's the
we want to know.

(Puff)
I remember I loved, everybody.
It always player hating,
wasn't jealousy and all this envy,
It was the love.

Hey yo, hip hop
Set out in the park.

We used to do it out in the
All long till the cops made us go,
Or till somebody's pulled the extension cord from the window.
on, thinking you fresh,
Trying to
Shorty, with the baby hair down on her forehead.
swaying, she hot,
Standing she bowl-legged, but she not.
You remember the
That's when crack was blacks like that.
Just drink Valentine Ale, little reefer,
Friday night go check out Child at the theater.
all corrupt.
Over rap you get bust.
Say the thing:
End up in a sling.
Went from shell to hollow tops.
to rock the bus stop.
Now we electric from the cops.
some veterans in this,
That ain't it real.
Now, with God, we chill a record deal.
the good ones to go,
Never your die.
Till day, I wonder why they took my man B.I.
No time to rhymes in the microphone.
Take this more than just a poem.
party to party
While out the door.
But tear it up, yo, let's love over.

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