Luyện nghe bài hát Re: Definition

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One two three, Mos Def and Kweli
We came to it on to the tip-top
Best in hip-hop,
I said, one two tree, Black shine eternally
We to rock it on to the tip-top
And make the beat drop

RE DEFinition, your play into a tragedy
Exhibit level degree on the mic,
Niggas is so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity
to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the form of flattery, actually
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to it to you
You get into obscurity like judo, no Menudo
Cause you pseudo, trying to compete with reality Xerox
Towards destruction you like hair locks, wipe them teardrops
Chasing in your eyes, playing games with your lives
Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, like willows
Still mo' is dying, kids ain't living they trying
"How to Make a Slave" by Lynch is still applying
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest
ever since before Prince was called The Artist
Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was Starter
When 'Pac and Biggie was still before they was martyrs
Life or death, if I'm choosing with every breath I'm
Stop, there comes a when you can't run

What, lyrically handsome, collect a king's ransom
I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to grandsons
Cats who claiming hard be mad fag
So I run through em like, flood through sandbags
is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinking ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, enter a
Where cats hold a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Abyssinian, try to ? the ?
Official b-boy gentlemen won't turn off at the
Born inside the winter one, day after 10
These simpletons they mentioning the for feminine
than some cinnamon or danish rings by entammen
Rush up on adrenaline, and get they asses sent to
(Gentlemen) you got tenement, then assemble it!
your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your
From Flatbush settlement, SKIN melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, 'em woop
Like blue gelatin, swing like Ellington
than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot oppression rent who burn down chief tepee
You see me?

One two three, Mos Def and Talib
We came to rock it on to the
alliance in hip-hop, wayohh
I said, one two tree, Black Star shine
We came to rock it on to the
Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin
Kweli is rulin hip-hop
Say we Black Star we rule
Whoah!