Luyện nghe bài hát Questions

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in who they followin'?
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them who be hollerin'?

Them niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute,
with skills always and forever keeps a followin'

Swallowin'
Never we be
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
show

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got flow

Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't they got that flow

Nigga, you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, how your inner get
From internet, intellect, that I'm sendin' it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll it

Legitimate, imminent, crash for illiterate
From August to September, is heavenly given it
From split, train of thoughts that's mad booty
you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's

Groovy when you it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
Nobody sayin' it just smells
Here's some Southside love like Shamelle's

My is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black
All mine, fine wines to dine
For projects, keepin' it naughty like Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why you explain
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who followin'?
(Right)
The niggaz with skills or niggaz who be hollerin'?

Them niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute,
The niggaz with the skills forever a followin'

Swallowin'
Never we be
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask Duke, he
'Cause them got dough don't mean they got that flow
Hah
'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that

Please, man, I done burned some of the most MC's
Like chromium percolinate, not even tangible for them
To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to a crowd animated
stated, hey, wait 'til we get off that label

And I twelve months for the perfect opportunity
(Twelve months)
To thump, bump loved by my community
(Thump, bump, c'mon)
I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino
Your style's like muscles without amino acids

I blast with mass times matter
Forever clingin' to endeavors defined, words
Thus waiting never, frustrating to rip
My rap eradicate
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with in mating season
Creating shit never made it
I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to eyelids
And pupils dilated, stress is alleviated

Now it's easier economically feasible
For me to leave rap queasy and inebriated
We made it, we came, dedicated, we supreme
Even with or the cream

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why you explain
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Uhh)
The niggaz with or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

The niggaz that be is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with skills always and keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who shit without bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause them niggaz got don't mean they got that flow
right
Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't they got that flow