Luyện nghe bài hát Move Ahead

Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets hill
hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, read em!
You what's up, shrap!
gordon rock on
Tony touch rock on
Kid yeah rock on
Dj kenny yo rock on

1:

In 199-sess, krs is in his
You are weak-in and like mike, collect the beacon
You talk ish than a cellullar
You last, just call me enema
Cos I that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin
Pyschological like freud
But I get annoyed cos rappers have no brain
These rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no or game
They that commercial let me say it
"ask for with rogaine"
skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole down plain

West coast must dead, no-ho-ho
coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to ahead, no-ho-ho
hip-hop is dead, no
We must ahead (x8)

2:

People always say they see us, teach us
So we by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and and hos will never leave us
They been since mary magdalene and jesus
Run wit it, and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it why we're lovin it
a player is cool when you a kid
Until you get sent up for a year bid
Now you use and abuse and like hell
Til one day you are face down upon the ground
Two shots to the dome, we need to quick
Dyin over you players, I think, call a bitch
I'm not a hater cos I hate no one
But when you destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son
Government attack one brainwashed
attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed
Government three is for you and me
To constantly dream about the lex bulletproof tints
It's pointless to think I'm ya
If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a
So the....

3:

Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every
In the or west, microphone grabbin it
Chess-to-chess, confrontation is dope
For the nation, yet our hope, your scope
Is broader than who can who and who got the biggest crew?
That's why people cannot seem to break thru
It's like crabs in a pot when one reaches the top
crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods)
I'm not what's all the fuss
Hip-hop to all of us
The east created it, the decorated it
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is expression
When black heights itself
It becomes black digression leadin to depression in
Now question these ideas
If hip-hop was could we blame the cia
Or the fbi, you'd be a motherfuckin
-er, li-ar, pants on
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the
We got no one to but ourselves
So....

We move ahead (x8)
All is dead!