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 niggaz who be

Them niggaz that be is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who rips without bein' materialistic
Statistics

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

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

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 that I'm it
Now soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll remember it

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

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

My syndicate is tight, right for these times
Contradictin' all the hype, the shines
All mine, fine wines to dine
For forty projects, keepin' it naughty Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why you explain
How did get caught 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 forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
show

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

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

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

I blast kids with mass times
clingin' to endeavors defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, frustrating to rip
My rap ratings
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating never before made it
I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to open
And leave pupils dilated, stress is

Now easier plus economically feasible
For me to leave rap queasy and inebriated
We made it, we came, dedicated, we supreme
Even with or without the

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

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

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

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

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