Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my when you hear it
it'll burn your as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I you pass it.
Hand it quickly
Sickly's the way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it look at me like my name's
Believe it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Hour
Been 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 it's the job in an hour
And how are we the ones who powered machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by and queens
The unseen son, the one in the
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
Little dirtbag and glad to be

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

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

Run up in the Universal Office and Doug Morris
Pound him in his office, his life ain't pretty
bitches that sing choruses
These 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, dissin' the lyrics I
Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the happened
Actin' so thuggish like they tough like
It's rubbish, it's all gum to me
bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company
I'ma flatten MC's platinum CDs
You see two fists? They each got MT
of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire
Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it
But ya just provoke and poke at me
And you remember your jokes to me

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

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

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

I like my hip-hop in tip-top condition
I on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a
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