Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Beat

KRS, Kweli
What ya doin'? Throw your hands up,
BK to BX and every place in between, it's all like
Grand Concourse,

We got beats to the and the rhyme is so fresh, yo
So what'chu 9's and tecs, you no threat
It's the beat, how you get your cake matter
It takes heart, the been replaced with the swagger

I stay sharp to slash your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced the rappers
The rappers been replaced with the
See how they try to on the beat
The pig when he walkin' down the street to the beat

Sound of da
What is the life of a hip hopper, the beats
Peace love unity livin' proper with the
In any endeavor whatever, we will with our beats

Some cats are real, other are with beats
We the realest, livest, the
Crack cocaine, heroin survivors beats
We avoided the cops, we on beefs

Spittin' all we saw was stacks of written
Elite, way too smart for the system of
We know a smart free black man pisses 'em off

What they like is when we glisten and
millions but still takin' a loss
Bump the all in the street
Talib yo, I it's 'bout time to speak

Word, me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there
Hell yeah, crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
Searching for the perfect beat, I to East Dayt'
It's crazy and how they slaves to they release date

They try to away, they're scared to look inside
Askin' why like a guy who for God up in the sky
Searchin' and low, behind the do', inside the drawer
did he know that the beat was tryin' to find a flow

in limbo, how low can you go?
A punched through your stomach lining like Tylenol
Spill all kinda roll, metaphors and
That'll have you doubtin' my abilities

My whole body is a facility
Rock a vest after a lyrical spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk we need
Silence is golden but the is platinum

When you rappin 'to the
Boom, bap, who's, that? bring the beat back
The perfect beat we that, knowledge of mind we speak that
We don't weak crap over weak tracks

Move that, we speak bap live in the club
We can show and that
It ain't old school or new school, true school rap
Beat you 'til you're and black, true dat

It's win again, work the street
Movin' again, the heat
Lookin for the perfect beat
Don't in the book to learn to eat

Write up a hook, to speak
be shook, follow the heat
Forever look weak
TK you speak

'em how to eat to live
They cheap and pimp is pleadin' the Fifth
Bleedin' as if goin' to war
Every time leavin' the crib

Sneakers and whips, be peepin' the strip
You see 'em walkin' the
Hoes the pimps who eatin' the shrimps
So walkin' the street

Lookin' for a face,in each case
Tryin' to get they heartbeat racin' and the dark meat be
So delicious, my description so good to the
It's lifted from the sounds
That you hear in the when you sleep

the beat back
All whackness, we don't need that
You gotta the beat back
All that whack garbage, we don't that

the beat back
All weakness we don't need that
Selector, the beat back
the beat back, selector, listen

Yeah, DJ
Kweli, hip hop