Luyện nghe bài hát Musika

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

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

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

The opposite of a lie, tried to get with this guy
But only the 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
is the gift that I apply, so I ask why
These Kentucky Fried Chicken DJ's breast and thighs
Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these lies

Oye repeta
for the hood, for the ghetto
Do the math loc or get
Huh, that cuenta

How can I get in the front if I ain't gettin in
That's why I spit what I want and credit to pun
Lies spread it to none, on heaven and funds
A nigga's what I'll never become

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

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

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

Mira, Mira, the
Mira, see the teacher, he a come 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
these lyrics I reach ya
The speaker, roof reacher, proofreader, meaner no one

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