Luyện nghe bài hát My War, Your Problem

Every one of my lyrics you hear it
it'll burn your face as acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you it.
Hand it quickly
Sickly's the only way I know how to it
Every time I kick it look at me like my name's
Ripley's it or Not
Got a wonderful time here at the Zero Hour
Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little
By all the kids who towered 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 these
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
us who would back up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you normally see
On average joes, oh me
Little dirtbag and glad to be

I like my hip-hop dropped in condition
I keep on but no one listens
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
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 they lead you to believe in the first
Can't move in the 'cause it's packed so tight
Everybody up in my business, the lyrics I write
Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the happened
Actin' so thuggish like tough like Tinactin
It's rubbish, it's all gum to me
Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by record company
I'ma flatten MC's platinum CDs
You see these two fists? each got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got of steel wire
a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real
But mostly ya just provoke and 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 for a fall
This is our only hope, is a war
is a war

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

By any means I'm buryin' advesary
Every vocal performance it's important to vary
If you feed all then you got motorcall
And I'm on the line, we can at the grassy knoll at ten
rap was never hip-hop to them
Seems like just a cash crop to them
So don't claim you spit it proper
This war must end
I can no longer to be down
If I die in a battle that's
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 dropped in tip-top
I keep on but no one listens
I drop fire, I can not wait 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