Luyện nghe bài hát Olde English

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
this down the block and you'll be like G's
Movin' on up like and Louise

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

is a method of truth
If you know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'Ru is
Pure like sunshine, just one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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