Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Miyagi

All I ever did was teach folk in the
A place where ain't no lawyers, or ain't no
about animosity and how to keep it gutter
Explain to in detail why you boys know my struggle
It's that real deal shit from a motherfucker
My stomping ground make me a ill
say you might not like my music 'cause you might get burned from it
Mr. Miyagi with this shit dope, you learned it
It's that murder man music, it's that Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him, nigga stupid
He on parole but look 'em, he got 22 toolies
I 20 niggas, to bust them 20 umph
I thought 'em how to sell, how to they mail
When they and fell, I got 'em outta jail
If that real, what you call that? Came home got it all back
My line busy nigga, back

Mr. with this real shit
Mr. Miyagi with this real
Mr. Miyagi with this shit
Mr. Miyagi with this shit

I took with no hustle, made 'em out a G
Ran niggas like Busta and Tommy Smee
I took care of niggas, if I was sliding, they was sliding me
why a nigga couldn't sit and testify on me
Fucking we did get up and lie on me
And that how I raised shit, Mr. Miyagi
Fuck any nigga got my back, I God got me
They said I wasn't home, card watcher
They say all my looking like they got hard faces
Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you they couldn't break?
Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental
'Cause all had was niggas brains on the dinner table
If they ever ghetto, they look up to me
Every baby just a letter, they won't fuck me
If a animal, use a lama, then I'm fucking me
Wax on, wax off,

Mr. Miyagi with real shit
Mr. with this real shit
Mr. with this real shit
Mr. Miyagi with real shit