Luyện nghe bài hát Real Hip-Hop - Part II

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

The real is over 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, it's a demo, it's a
out the Limo, KRS-One, gettin' in you
From the get-go kiddo throw 'em out the
Flip 'em a nickel, peep the hottest single
He'll sink them the SS Minnow

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

Now, you can't make a nickel, the sour you are
KRS-One, superstar
I got one thing to say and let me make this
Everywhere, now, throw hands in the air

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

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

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

Huff now that's the Blastmaster connects, the
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 practice, suffix and prefix
Hip-hop I reads it and your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, back in
Platinum rappers, yo that rock live
Their mental facilities, lack the
For lyric agility battle? You're me

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

The hip-hop 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 your in the air
(Get now)
Throw hands in the air
(Get now)
Throw your in the air
(Get now)

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

Yo yo, from coast to I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross your mind, wouldn't be you
A thing, world premier
your hands in the air, baby, it's 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 crowd gets
I got next, you