Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the to the last, it is in the passionate
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i speak that you
cause it's sort of unique, you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i to this beat!
i stand still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped known any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what happen if bush rapped
i these rappers so bad lyrically
it even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you pay me enough for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just zany enough to rock with shady
my is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm uno, assume it
no more humor in it, no more you know
i'm rolling with a swollen bowling in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
twenty million all independently,
so when you me
make sure you got together 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she to be
'til one night, well, that's if serves me correct
i her under the christmas tree.
young hov ain't no pops
thank god, man, i had the
hear me though
you fucks got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, ain't no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my day, i'm twenty years of blessing
the essence of adolescent my body now i'm fresh in
my physical is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly like thing
got 365 days annual plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss i puffs from
my skull it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
go against the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they and rip they green cards
to the projects flashin' my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' with hash
now it's all about in abundance, niggaz i used to run with
is rich or doin years in the
i switched my -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
that buck bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot
time is illmatic static like wool fabric
pack a that crack your whole cabbage!