Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip - Hop

They not
Set it off, Bronx
Set it off, it

The hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over
The real hip-hop is over
The real is over there

It's a demo, it's a demo, a demo, it's a demo
Steppin' out the Limo, KRS-One, in you
From the get-go kiddo throw 'em out the
Flip 'em like a nickel, peep the hottest
He'll sink like the SS Minnow

That same kid that the Benz, rocks the Pinto
my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo
Hey diddle, diddle, get now like a fiddle
I watch you wiggle in of the audience that was fickle

Now, you can't make a nickel, the sour you are
KRS-One, ninety-seven
I got one thing to say and let me make clear
Everywhere, now, your hands in the air

The real is over here
The real hip-hop is over
The hip-hop is over here
The hip-hop, throw your hands in the air

Yo, been rockin' rooftops,
Internet',
KRS, vandalizin', yaknahmsayin'? With the Mic
Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin'?
It's dope, it out

When I ain't a show or bringin' all the money in
Or at the studio, or home
I'm checkin' out Funkmaster on cassette
As he wrecks turntable sets with subjects

Huff now that's the connects, the larynx
To a high-tech mic set, you get you get
Tech and Sway, index of singles is
On Technics sets, he wrecks, collects a fee

While you rejects practice, and prefix
Hip-hop I reads it and mark your album
I it, saw it, back in eighty-five
Platinum rappers, yo that can't rock
mental facilities, lack the ability
For lyric battle? You're killin' me

The real hip-hop is here
The real is over there
The real hip-hop is here
The real hip-hop, your hands in the air

The hip-hop is over there
The real is it over here?
The real hip-hop, yo, it's there
The real hip, now throw hands in the air

Throw hands in the air
(Get now)
your hands in the air
(Get now)
Throw your in the air
(Get now)

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in this rap thing, been waitin'
Ready for the world, like awakening
Homo sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every
and players, here to Las Vegas
Embrace the papers, of money makers
Brothers hate us the brothers ain't us

Yo yo, coast to coast I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross mind, wouldn't wanna be you
A Uptown thing, world
Throw your hands in the air, baby, on

How MC's wanna get they rep torn?
From Joe to Cage and in my juvenile days, I abuse
The mic get lifted, the crowd gets
I got next, you