Luyện nghe bài hát Olde English

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway
More shows get my up
Six deep, in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole world but never been to

holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already there
The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, sad
to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags

I don't fuck with that industry
What I do fuck with is that dough
BMI, EMI, all that
A side with who? Why not, where I sign at?

I used to do unto others, the difference
This year fuck with things in my interest
ain't the new, it's the old from way back
Click it or Ticket, man forcin' us to stay strapped

Act like you know, right now if not
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to that
This time, made up my mind, on my
On some James Brown, it's the Big

Four by four, eight by
Twenty by twenty bars, I
by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I

Still away
Spit and put the cash away, passion to
Mashin' my way this Babylon
Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to on

Luxury lyrics, I give of charge
Yeah, right, my daughters don't
Holdin' me down, and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples

Four by four, by eight
by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and be like G's
on up like George and Louise

On the low, in the cut, all about my
My folks, came up, in L.A. streets
I and I bump, like 8:15's
They lock, up, for eight fifteens

Defari is a of truth
If you wanna know etiquette in the booth
Hey 'Ru is
Pure sunshine, just one rhyme

Four by four, eight by
by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, by eight
Twenty by bars, I demonstrate

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Lee, Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Hendrix, Salvador Dali
Now we rap Hughes and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, for the streets

Now the swing numchuk style
I'm like Jim Kelly tellin' MC's duck down
Heavy artillery with the spittery
And third strike energy, cleverly pitchin' heat

Valenzuela, original slangster
Lost Angels, to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her
South America, Africa and Southeast Asia

Then back to Mid-City we and get busy
In fact, barbecue and Hustle got 'gnac
The way I manhandle bully muscle the
Thank God, I never focused on crack

It's Rakaa with that animal rap
I still fight back and question when they handin' me
In the fresh Denim jacket with the sheepskin
the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah

Four by four, by eight
Twenty by bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by
Twenty by twenty bars, I