Luyện nghe bài hát Musika

Yeah, uh, huh
Use your real eyes to these real lies
Yo Marley, let's hit 'em, up
I don't know why these cats tryin to

Marley Marl on the musika, KRS on dem da
On the I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a
MC, challenge he, no nigga nah
Let me get this-a, clear like

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

The opposite of a lie, many tried to get this guy
But the best can spit with this guy
It's the teacher, go on and him a try
I take you all the way back to

Stay fly, the flashyness my
Jewels is the that I apply, so I ask why
These Kentucky Fried Chicken promotin' breast and thighs
Marley Marl these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these real lies

Oye mietro
This for the hood, for the
Do the math loc or get
Huh, 'bout cuenta

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

Used to be a [unverified], now I see my rhymes get
To a track two live nayendas
Marley, KRS cono dude well that makes it
a tape, no crosshairs, my aim is great

This ain't the top 8 at 8, Hip-Hop 88
When it wasn't all guap' in a baby face
then
How all entiendo porque

Soy un free ya boy, hundred percent see the toys
win on the streets dog you need a lawyer
Use your real eyes and
real lies are upon us and stop gettin cornered

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

We and we strive to be freer
The one that helps you to become a better you, that's your
Through these lyrics I ya
The truth speaker, roof reacher, proofreader, no one

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