Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my when you hear it
it'll your face as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you it.
Hand it quickly
the only way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it people at me like my name's
Believe it or Not
Got a time slot here at the Zero Hour
laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward
By all the who towered over me
me and beat the shit out of my face
Like the job clock in an hour
And how are we the ones who powered these
And we can't get nothin' done, we by kings and queens
The son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream don't come
America, she you
Without us who would up the groceries
Or price up the that you normally don't see
On average joes, oh me
Little rapper and glad to be

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top
I keep on spittin' but no one
I must drop fire, I can not for a fall
is our only hope, this is a war
is a war

*Every picture you see is a reflection of
The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation
It's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop it, genius.

Run up in the Office and find Doug Morris
Pound him in his office, his life ain't pretty
Like bitches that sing
These forces are forcin' us to try to
In spite of they lead you to believe in the first place
Can't move in the city 'cause it's so tight
Everybody up in my business, the lyrics I write
Dismissin' my raps off shoulder like the never happened
Actin' so thuggish like they tough Tinactin
It's rubbish, all bubble gum to me
Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by record company
I'ma flatten MC's platinum CDs
You see these two fists? They got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel
Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it
But ya just provoke and poke at me
And hopefully you remember jokes to me

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top
I keep on spittin' but no one
I must fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our only hope, is a war
is a war

*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests see it's got nothin' to do with you.
The real gangstas are old white men putting these out.
Hip-hop? That's the last thing they a fuck about.*

By any means necessary I'm advesary
Every performance it's important to stary vary
If you wanna feed all then you got
And I'm on the line, we can meet at the knoll at ten
rap was never hip-hop to them
Seems like it's a cash crop to them
So don't claim you spit it then
This war must end
I can no longer to be down
If I die in a battle fine
I got a named Revolution number 9
I got a that beats for the art
This is for the love
Not a 1 on the

I like my dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a
is our only hope, this is a war
is a war

This is a war, is a war
This is a war, is a war
is a war, this is a war