Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip - Hop

They not
Set it off, South
Set it off, it

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, been rooftops, knahmsayin'?
Internet',
KRS, vandalizin', With the Mic Vandalz
Boogie Down, Uptown,
dope, check it out

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

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

While you rejects practice, suffix and
I reads it and mark your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, in eighty-five
Platinum rappers, yo that rock live
mental facilities, lack the ability
For lyric agility battle? You're me

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

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

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

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

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

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