Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my lyrics you hear it
burn your face as sulfuric acid
If you're the microphone I suggest you pass it.
it over quickly
Sickly's the only way I how to drop it
Every time I kick it people look at me like my
Believe it or Not
Got a time slot here at the Zero Hour
Been laughed at for rappin' ever I was a little coward
By all the kids who towered 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 controlled by kings and
The son, the one in the attic
the dream don't come true
America, she you
Without us who would up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you don't see
On average joes, oh me
dirtbag rapper and glad to be

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

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

Run up in the Universal Office and 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 what they lead you to believe in the first
Can't move in the city it's packed so tight
Everybody up in my business, the lyrics I write
Dismissin' my raps off their like the never happened
Actin' so thuggish they tough like Tinactin
It's rubbish, all bubble gum to me
Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record
I'ma flatten with platinum CDs
You see these two fists? each got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel
a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real
But mostly ya just and poke at me
And hopefully you your jokes to me

I my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one
I drop 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 records out.
Hip-hop? That's the last thing give a fuck about.*

By any means necessary I'm advesary
Every vocal performance it's important to vary
If you wanna feed all you got motorcall
And I'm on the line, we can at the grassy knoll at ten
Maybe rap was never hip-hop to
Seems like it's just a cash to them
So don't you spit it proper then
This war never end
I can no longer pretend to be
If I die in a battle that's
I got a potion named number 9
I got a heart beats for the art
is hip-hop for the love
Not a 1 on the

I my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I on spittin' but no one listens
I drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our hope, this is a war
is a war

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