Luyện nghe bài hát Questions

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

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

Them niggaz be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with always and forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
Statistics

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't you
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

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

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

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who rips shit without materialistic
Statistics

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

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

And I waited twelve months for the perfect
(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 without amino

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

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

Now easier plus economically feasible
For me to leave rap listeners and inebriated
We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated
with or without the cream

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why don't you
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 skills or them niggaz who be

The niggaz be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with always and forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
show

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