Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip - Hop

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

The real hip-hop is here
The real hip-hop is there
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 single
He'll sink them like the SS

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

Now, you make a nickel, the sour pickle 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 hip-hop is over
The hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over
The real hip-hop, throw your in the air

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

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

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

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

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

The real is over there
The real hip-hop is it over
The real hip-hop, yo, over there
The real hip, now your 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'
for the world, rude like awakening
Homo sapiens, rock every stadium
Scholars and players, to Las Vegas
the papers, land of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the ain't us

Yo yo, coast to coast I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross your mind, wanna be you
A thing, world premier
your hands in the air, baby, it's on

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