Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip - Hop

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

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

a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo
Steppin' out the Limo, KRS-One, 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 same kid that rocks the Benz, the Pinto
my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo
Hey diddle, diddle, get played now like a
I watch you wiggle in of the audience that was fickle

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

The real hip-hop is 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', With the Mic Vandalz
Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin'?
It's dope, it out

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

Huff now the Blastmaster connects, the larynx
To a mic set, you get what you get
Tech and Sway, index of singles is
On Technics sets, he wrecks, a fee next

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo, from coast to 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 many MC's wanna get they rep
From Joe to Cage and in my juvenile days, I abuse
The mic get lifted, the crowd amused
I got next, you