Luyện nghe bài hát Re: Definition

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

RE DEFinition, turning your into a tragedy
Exhibit degree on the mic, passionately
Niggas is so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity
Living to get high, you ain't flyer than
We Die Hard like the battery 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 kicked obscurity like judo, no Menudo
you pseudo, trying to compete with reality like Xerox
Towards destruction you spiraling like hair locks, wipe them
Chasing stars in eyes, playing games with your lives
Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, weeping like
Still mo' blacks is dying, kids ain't living they
"How to Make a Slave" by Lynch is still applying
Regardless, the Mos is one of my partners
ever since before Prince was called The Artist
Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rocking
When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool they was martyrs
Life or death, if I'm choosing with every I'm enhancing
Stop, there comes a time you can't run

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

One two three, Mos Def and Talib
We came to it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop,
I said, one two tree, Black Star eternally
We to rock it on to the tip-top
we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop
Talib is rulin hip-hop
Say we Black we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh
Whoah!