Luyện nghe bài hát Non Fiction

[Intro: Raheem
Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one
Never, done (Rapsody)
And Raheem DeVaughn
Church on the

[Verse 1: DeVaughn]
My birthplace was the
Adidas the fat shoelaces
Cazelles on the frames of our
Boom Bap, out the box
We've been building this 40 strong
The is for the taking this is history in the making
And let me make it (Ooh la la laa)
ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track
And (Ooh la la laa)

Raheem DeVaughn]
This is, is (Hip Hop)
is (Ooh la la laa)
The (x4)

2: Rapsody]
I on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us
I'm always working, how you spell in the stu
Some get they money, to blaze in the coupe
Was raised to spend days like the hoops
We the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The
I shine, my come paired like the Williams
Two 22's, I'm a sister millions, lyrically
They all fear the flow Big Williams
Polo dipped, loco
impressed if the flows won't potato crisp
Rap back like the NATO, connect with
Cause my odds of being large weighed out like
Yo, the goal, I'm really the mold
Of what you really to be if you hadn't of sold
Your soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's
'95 spirit, in the it was written
Cats stay trippin', but rip and I stop
Got a little now I bubble like a kettle pot
I know the devil watch and wanna me
But like metal box, I stay locked under Hip Hop forever God
Reckless, necklace, all hang 'em
Real coming back, now these all changing
careers, I don't cower, the new power
Duracell it runs out for an hour
destroying, smoke 'em like sour
Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em towers
the Real

[Raheem
is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)
This is is, hip hop
is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)
This is is, hip hop
is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)

[Verse 3:
The day saints of our stories
New bearers, we the children like Corey
Gunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched in Delores
to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry
About the 5'3" emcee ovaries
Got a bite on the mic like the likes of ol'
Hip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip
Back to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist
Elbow out the door, Nas 'til the speaks pop
see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks
Rattle rear views, view, I don't fear you or you
You keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily
Jamla another baby of the 80's
Katy Perry, I grew up on
The varies cause I studied those old from the erry
Of the gold, why I like that find it scary
The game over, I kill wack emcees, all
the real

[Break: DeVaughn]
The game is for the taking this is in the making
Let me make it (Ooh la la laa)
This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the
TDE, ladies and Ab-Soul!

4: Ab-Soul]
And while you niggas keep bangin' the same
I'm smokin' like I got the same lungs
I had when I started, pardon my ignorant
I rap like I move keys but Apple S can't 'em
only so much you can show 'em
They been his story so long, they think they know him
I'm sewing up the game, I need and thread
people lead sheep
Some people need wool, the shit cuts deep
Rugby toughin' the feel, you be the rugs be
In the nigga, with the rest of the house niggas
life, rolling, my homies are screaming "fuck life"
Showin' love at the same damn
I'd say the future is looking bright to CNN
Give me a mic and three nights
I turn straw into gold like
Man I made a man cry to Be A Man
Walking an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh
Boy just got and the judge don't care
I'll take my steak rare, it will help me bare
With all the bloody consequences obvious in this
So I guess I got the figured out all wrong
I guess you never what you got til it's gone
every terrain on this plane experience sunshine
Two fingers up and fuck one

So yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody
And the 9th Wonder of the actually
DeVaughn
Soul!