Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

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

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

there's a certain mystique when i speak that you
it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would if bush rapped
i bully rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i 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 noodle is cock-a-doodle, my coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole caboodle, i'm just brutal
no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and a near hole in my ass!

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

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