Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my lyrics you hear it
it'll your face as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I you pass it.
Hand it over
the only 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 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 these machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and
The son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream come true
America, she you
Without us who would back up the
Or price up the clothes you normally don't see
On joes, oh that's me
Little dirtbag rapper and to be

I my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I on spittin' 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

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

Run up in the Universal Office and Doug Morris
Pound him in his office, his life ain't real
Like bitches that choruses
forces are forcin' us to try to relate
In spite of what they lead you to believe in the place
Can't move in the city 'cause packed so tight
Everybody up in my business, dissin' the I write
my raps off their shoulder like the never happened
Actin' so thuggish they tough like Tinactin
It's rubbish, all bubble gum to me
bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company
I'ma flatten MC's platinum CDs
You see these two fists? They got MT
of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire
Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are it real
But ya just provoke and poke at me
And hopefully you remember jokes to me

I my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on 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

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

By any means necessary I'm buryin'
vocal 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 grassy at ten
Maybe rap was hip-hop to them
Seems it's just a cash crop to them
So don't claim you spit it proper
war must never end
I can no pretend to be down
If I die in a that's fine
I got a named Revolution number 9
I got a heart that for the art
This is hip-hop for the
Not a 1 on the

I like my hip-hop dropped in condition
I on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not 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