Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my lyrics when you it
it'll burn your as sulfuric acid
If holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it.
it over quickly
Sickly's the way I know how to drop it
Every I kick it people look at me like my name's
Ripley's it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero
laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward
By all the who towered over me
me and beat the shit out of my face
Like it's the job in an hour
And how are we the ones who these machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we by kings and queens
The son, the one in the attic
the dream don't come true
America, she you
Without us who back up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you normally see
On joes, oh that's me
Little dirtbag rapper and to be

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

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

Run up in the Office and find Doug Morris
him in his office, his life ain't real pretty
Like 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 move in the city 'cause packed so tight
up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I write
Dismissin' my off their shoulder like the never happened
Actin' so thuggish like they like Tinactin
rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me
Nobody bumpin' me by your record company
flatten MC's with platinum CDs
You see these two fists? each got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel
Like a sidewalk and ya'll are keepin' it real
But ya just provoke and poke at me
And hopefully you your jokes to me

I like my hip-hop dropped in condition
I keep on spittin' but no one
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 tests you'd see it's got to do with you.
The real gangstas are old white men putting records out.
Hip-hop? That's the thing they give a fuck about.*

By any necessary I'm buryin' advesary
Every vocal performance it's 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
rap was never hip-hop to them
Seems it's just a cash crop to them
So don't claim you spit it then
war must never end
I can no longer pretend to be
If I die in a battle that's
I got a potion named Revolution 9
I got a heart beats for the art
This is hip-hop for the
Not a 1 on the

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

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