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 Star eternally
We came to rock it on to the
And Hi-Tek the beat drop

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

What, lyrically handsome, call a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto
Way out Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll about me to your grandsons
who claiming they hard be mad fag
So I run through em like, flood through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they 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, like
Abyssinian, try to ? the ?
Official b-boy gentlemen turn off at the interim
Born inside the winter one, day after 10
These simpletons they mentioning the for feminine
Sweeter than 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 of crack peddlin, making 'em woop
Like blue gelatin, swing Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, me
The hot oppression rent who burn your 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 to rock it on to the tip-top
Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin
Talib Kweli is rulin
Say we Black Star we hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh
Whoah!