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.
Hand it quickly
the only way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it people look at me my name's
Believe it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Hour
laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward
By all the kids who over me
Overpowered me and 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 and queens
The son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream don't come
America, she you
Without us who back up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you don't see
On joes, oh that's me
Little dirtbag rapper and to be

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

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

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

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

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

By any means necessary I'm advesary
Every vocal performance it's important to vary
If you wanna feed all then you got
And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy at ten
Maybe rap was never to them
like it's just a cash crop to them
So claim you spit it proper then
war must never end
I can no pretend to be down
If I die in a battle fine
I got a potion named Revolution 9
I got a that beats for the art
This is for the love
Not a 1 on the

I like my hip-hop in tip-top condition
I keep on but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a
This is our only hope, 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