Luyện nghe bài hát Olde English

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway
shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford
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 soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like fake Louis bags

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

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

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

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

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

lyrics, I give free of charge
Yeah, right, my daughters don't
Holdin' me down, pride and
The immaculate Peoples crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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