Luyện nghe bài hát Musika

Yeah, uh, huh
Use your eyes to realize these real lies
Yo Marley, hit 'em, word up
I know why these cats tryin to front

Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da
On the side I meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a
Master MC, challenge he, no nah
Let me get this-a, like vinegar

is the hood of America, I stay ahead of ya
What I spit will ya, retire? Me? No, never, nah
Way too clever for cats that want me to this endeavor
I'm whatever, hah

The opposite of a lie, many tried to get this guy
But only the best can with this guy
It's the teacher, go on and him a try
I you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi

Stay fly, without the my
is the gift that I apply, so I ask why
These Kentucky Fried Chicken promotin' breast and thighs
Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real to realize these real lies

Oye repeta
for the hood, for the ghetto
Do the loc or get goin
Huh, 'bout cuenta

How can I get in the front if I ain't in front
why I spit what I want and slide credit to pun
Lies it to none, rely on heaven and funds
A two-faced nigga's what never become

Used to be a [unverified], now I see my get applied
To a with two live nayendas
Marley, KRS cono well that makes it tres
Make a tape, no crosshairs, my aim is

This ain't the top 8 at 8, it's 88
When it wasn't all guap' in a baby face
Back
How all them entiendo

Soy un ya boy, hundred percent loco see the toys
Can't win on the dog you need a lawyer
Use your real eyes and
That real lies are upon us and stop cornered

Mira, Mira, the
Mira, see the teacher, he a tina rap eater
The teacher, a specialist
To stand next to the leader you be next to BE leader

We free and we strive to be
The one that helps you to become a you, that's your teacher
Through lyrics I reach ya
The truth speaker, reacher, proofreader, meaner no one

We chosen, lyric
gun turned old gun
me? No son
Use your real eyes to realize these real