Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my lyrics you hear it
it'll burn face as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I you pass it.
Hand it over
Sickly's the way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it look at me like my name's
Ripley's it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Hour
Been laughed at for rappin' ever I was a little coward
By all the who towered 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 machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we by kings and queens
The unseen son, the one in the
Hope the don't come true
America, she you
Without us who would up the groceries
Or price up the clothes you normally don't see
On average joes, oh me
Little rapper and glad to be

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

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

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

I like my hip-hop in tip-top 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

*If ??? rap in you was by tests you'd 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 give a fuck about.*

By any means necessary I'm buryin'
Every vocal performance it's important to stary
If you wanna all then 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 a cash crop to them
So claim you spit it proper then
This war never end
I can no pretend to be down
If I die in a battle fine
I got a potion Revolution number 9
I got a that beats for the art
is hip-hop for the love
Not a 1 on the

I like my dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one
I drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
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