Luyện nghe bài hát Olde English

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

They holdin' my shit, all
By the time the shit drop, I done already been
The fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to the difference like they fake Louis bags

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

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

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

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

blastin' away
Spit and put the cash away, to play
my way through this Babylon
Out the I get up, I'm the one to gamble on

Luxury lyrics, I free of charge
Yeah, right, my don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and
The Dilated Peoples crew

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

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

Defari is a method of
If you wanna know proper 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
by twenty bars, I demonstrate

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Dali
Now we rap Langston and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the

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

Fernando Valenzuela, original
Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her
South America, South Africa and Southeast

Then back to Mid-City we stack and get
In fact, Drev's barbecue and Hustle got
The way I manhandle muscle the track
Thank God, I never on hustlin' crack

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

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