Luyện nghe bài hát Questions

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

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

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

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit without materialistic
show

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause the niggaz got dough 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 little bit, feel how your get
internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin' it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll it

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

Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it I say it
Now some pop shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
sayin' shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like

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

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

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

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

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
show

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

Please, man, I done burned some of the most MC's
Like percolinate, it's not even tangible for them
To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd
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, bastards
Your style's depleted like muscles amino acids

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

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

Now it's easier plus economically
For me to leave rap listeners queasy and
We it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme
Even or without 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 followin'?
(Uhh)
The with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

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

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
Statistics

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