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 over
The real is over here
The real hip-hop is 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 kiddo throw 'em out the window
Flip 'em like a nickel, peep the single
He'll sink them the SS Minnow

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

Now, you make a nickel, the sour pickle you are
KRS-One, ninety-seven
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 over
The real hip-hop is here
The real hip-hop, throw your in the air

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

When I doin' a show or bringin' all the money in
Or at the studio, or studyin'
I'm checkin' out Funkmaster on cassette
As he wrecks turntable sets many subjects

Huff now 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, collects a fee

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in rap thing, I've been waitin'
Ready for the world, rude awakening
Homo sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every
Scholars and players, to Las Vegas
Embrace the papers, land of money
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
Throw your hands in the air, baby, on

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