Luyện nghe bài hát No Gimmicks

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finesse and blastmaster krs-one
Lyrical weigh a ton
finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the and build
Chill out, all mc I
Come

[ verse 1: finesse ]
Check it out, come on, here's your to swing
With some ill muthafuckas, we don't dance and
In '95 we
Servin 'poetic justice' without that john singleton
I do my thing while the fans be
Hey yo, I'm so dope, you tap your man and tell him
I don't moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool
Just me a beat with a bass groove
I'm mad funky, ask the
Cause I make you bob your until your muthafuckin neck hurt
So ask me to match, gee
Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to face like acne
Now rappers run scams and
On how they be gettin loose when they like a tin man
They rap fast, tryin to cash
But on the reel to reel, yo, still soundin half-assed
Yellin and screamin like got somethin
they don't got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin
Talkin how be raggin shit
When I don't know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthafuckin
act so ill, they no frills
They should go chill, they all mouth no skills
When I'm y'all feel funny
Cause I'm young makin funds shaquille o'neal, money
You want any you better wear plenty armor
I cut that ass like the at benny harner's
The man's in it to win it
We keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks

Whoever make a hit the best (that's a gimmick)
You sell based on how you dress (that's a gimmick)
Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, kinda fresh (that's a gimmick)
What's when you're soft but you're frontin you're stressed? (that's a gimmick)
What's when only into rap to get paid? (that's a gimmick)
What's when you're and screamin up on stage? (that's a gimmick)
When career is numbered by days? (that's a gimmick)
What's your lyrical style is just a faze? (that's a gimmick)

[ 2: krs-one ]
I guess yes y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the
Let me put my beeper on 'vibrate', so hear it beep
Representin the street, what I speak, yeah, I live it
Let it be known, krs is not a gimmick
I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they
I raise the mic stand, because I'm and I keep the crowd callin
I'm not like those other rappers talkin the caps they peel
Punk, I battle for real
Fuck a record deal when you're still hip-hoppin
With country ass, sound like you're still pickin cotton
You get thrown the room in that direction, listen
The teacher's not the one you should be checkin
is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I'm mad clever
I shoop, you doop, you doop like
Lyrical terror, you should never come for mine
When I rhyme I clean up mc's with the fresh of pine
I got skills, and it
You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like jackson's nose
I'm that real live shit, and you could get hurt
You're that fake shit like the home shopping network
You got a rhymes to battle in a second
But frankly the bottom line is: your hit record?
You claim I'm jockin, you claim I'm on your dick, where's your
If I'm on your dick, my name has got to be
I with lyrical physical fitness
Two months from now you will have bit
Watch me light ass up like christmas
let me come out on that ass
Start flippin the I be kickin
Be hotter than curry
So whether the east or from the west
no other krs
I got
I to your town to set it off
So finesse goes 'hit it'
never mimick
Krs-one could use a gimmick

When you're ridin the next rapper's (that's a gimmick)
When you're r&b, and then you cold (that's a gimmick)
Start rhymin just to get a hit (that's a gimmick)
When yout get over, but your skills shit (that's a gimmick)
When you rap, but you don't have (that's a gimmick)
you cross over just to go gold (that's a gimmick)
When you're not a gangster, but a role (that's a gimmick)
What's when you shape in somebody mould? (that's a gimmick)

[ 3: lord finesse ]
Man your station, the clan you're facin
Is steppin to you trash muthafuckas sanitatian
I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it's
(what up, kid? ) brothers know I can mine
On the I got rhymes skills
When the time's ill I'm blowin up like a minefield
Brothers front with chest out
But words from mouth'll leave them niggas stressed out
make me sick to my stomach
(so put it on em, kid!) them muthafuckas don't it
They can't see me, me
They all phoneys, like them niggas be wrestlin on tv
Yo, they're nowhere pro
And niggas couldn't if they was muthafuckin scarecrows
Nowadays a lotta rappers fake
Talkin that gangster shit, when they're softer than a
So why you're with the burner, kid
you done took more ass-whippins than fuckin tina turner did
You front? so be it
But fuck beatin around the bush, I speak how I see it
Me fall off? shit's dead
That's not happenin, kid, so get that shit through thick head
I'll never (what? ) you head right
I'll never over (aight!) word life
So I said it, peep the method
If I never go gold but get credit, I sweat it
In '95 we all in it
We keep it real, yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks

What's when you rap and appreciate the art? (that's a gimmick)
What's when you out just to get a start? (that's a gimmick)
What's when you make bullshit just for the (that's a gimmick)
What's when you rap, but it's not the heart? (that's a gimmick)
What's when you're hardcore, then you turn (that's a gimmick)
When you steal ideas to get (that's a gimmick)
When you out to be on top? (that's a gimmick)
when you front like you're hard, but you're not? (that's a gimmick)

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Now let be a lesson to all mc's
And
Anyone that come the line will have to pay
Real hip hop is in
Real is in effect
Real hip-hop is in
Give it
We catch