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

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

That same kid that rocks the Benz, the Pinto
Watch my signal, I rock the rap game 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 pickle you are
KRS-One, superstar
I got one thing to say and let me make this
Everywhere, now, throw your in the air

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

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

I ain't doin' a show or bringin' all the money in
Or at the studio, or home
I'm checkin' out Funkmaster Flex on
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 practice, suffix and prefix
Hip-hop I reads it and mark album incompleted
I it, saw it, back in eighty-five
Platinum rappers, yo that can't live
mental facilities, lack the ability
For lyric agility You're killin' me

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

The real hip-hop is over
The real hip-hop is it here?
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)
your 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] rock stadium
Scholars and players, here to Las
the papers, land of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the brothers us

Yo yo, from coast to coast I'ma you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross your mind, wanna be you
A Uptown thing, premier
Throw your hands in the air, baby, 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