Luyện nghe bài hát PEDIGREE

One behind the next in
It's time let me check your design
Your pedigree don't hold up to mine
I'm a thouroughbred of the most kind

Brother Ali and asking
The text definition of brute passion
The future, the past, a true champion is
never made and a label you can't pretend
I think better of the box
I rhyme better outside of the
no hiding the truth, I'm the genuine positive proof
I buck shots the roof set the hostages loose, shoo
One might got to give a minute
But it will recognise A once the beat finish
Bleak grimacing winters led him to seek
With every bit the mistique of a menace
Self appointed judge power vested
to hand down sentances bus stop benches
He's relentless with his just in his spirit
You don't want to about it fool you want to feel it
happens but I'm calm in a shit storm
Its just normal, what you think I balled up a for?
They probably thought I was yesterday right
Well mother fucker I up all night
Hit me hard huh

Oh the gon' cold cock you
You a bitch local showboating imposter
I'm a known credited ghetto philosopher
I very deeply, I aspire to be free
Read through credentials of mine
I'm exquisite and only get better time
And not yet in my
I age like wine and got a good goddamn head at the end of my
I live outside of those confines
Meaning my is yet to be defined
will never try putting ribbons in the sky
you would hit your head on that rooty-poot box you inside
What you gon' do when the runs dry
Human beings grown images get old
So we get old you gon' be out in the cold
and I'ma still keep chasing I'm owed

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