Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip - Hop

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

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

It's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a
out the Limo, KRS-One, gettin' in you
From the kiddo throw '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
my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo
Hey diddle, diddle, get played now a fiddle
I watch you wiggle in front of the audience that was

Now, you can't make a nickel, the pickle you are
KRS-One, superstar
I got one to say and let me make this clear
Everywhere, now, throw 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, rockin' rooftops, knahmsayin'?
Internet',
KRS, vandalizin', yaknahmsayin'? With the Mic
Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin'?
It's dope, it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in this rap thing, I've waitin'
for the world, rude like awakening
Homo sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every
Scholars and players, here to Las
Embrace the papers, of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the brothers us

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

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