Luyện nghe bài hát Questions

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why you explain
How did get caught up in this ill rap game?

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

Them that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with skills always and forever a followin'

Swallowin'
Never we be
Who shit without bein' materialistic
Statistics

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

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

What? Nigga, you can it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes I'm sendin' it
Now your soul bubblin' brown so you'll remember it

Legitimate, imminent, crash course for
From August to September, Prince is given it
From center split, train of that's mad booty
'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean

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

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

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

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

Them niggaz that be be substitute, modelin'
The niggaz with the skills keeps a followin'

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

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

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

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

I blast kids with times matter
Forever clingin' to defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, verbs to rip
My rap ratings
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit before made it
I'm makin' hybrids, created enough to open eyelids
And leave dilated, stress is alleviated

Now it's easier economically feasible
For me to leave rap listeners queasy and
We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated
Even or without the cream

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why don't you
How did get caught up in this ill rap game?

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

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

Swallowin'
Never we be
Who shit without bein' materialistic
Statistics

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