Luyện nghe bài hát Really Livin'

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We're mad props, like on the movie set
So take to the races, 'cause it's a sure bet
How could you lose you're rollin' with the right stuff?
I'm smooth on the mic, but still I like to drop
When I let go, on the techno
Sell me soul for a Um, heck no
I on the budha tip, suckers slip and lose their grip
I flip and trip, oooh, a nice busted lip
But I'm a freaker, for the
'Cause when I smoke a blunt I'm higher than a stepel
That's why I gotta thank God for I was given
My pockets are fat, and that's the way I'm really
So check it, you know I come to wreck it, I do much
And like Don King, you manage
'Cause my stacks up, my number one backup
And we don't even up
'Cause we cut no static, we kick ballistics
So don't mess around unless you really risk it
I'm runnin' down as if they were a relay
I know I've your mind, yes there's no need for a replay
I'm thinkin' it, suckers still be freakin' at it
Yes I've passed this mamage, now I'm automatic
So off my wagon, my crew was never laggin'
Hittin' skins, writin' rhymes, we're on the ball, taggin'
Like juveniles, with the groovy styles
Never been to Egypt, but still, we to flow like the Nile
Everybody got that? Make that you get it
'Cause I more points than Swayze, and I can bet it

Resign, I'm next in line, 'cause spot's mine
The Emcees intwine, I turn, and are hung the spine
'Cause you the sized fist, and the I let lose
I'm to break you down and bury your head like a goose
You deuce, I'm the ends makes the break point in this race
Deface your whole name and erase in the place
Shed the dark, I clear park with the rhyme, I be like gates, I illustrate
ill that I bringin' to ya
I make 'em go through ya, Misfit, I knowledge to get psycho like puma moona

I devestate with the crew as we
Refresh our buddha bless the sess that stimulates
Another rhyme, yes a funky rhyme, yo it's that
You step intricance and catch a blast from my nine
Ten, rewind to hear it all again
And revise and memorize there lyrics to tell a

You can't yank the on the vibe (hip-hop is livin')
It's livin'
You yank the plug on the vibe
That I'm

Phat, like I cause and havoc to me victims
Watch out, I'm a big rap star bash for the pen
And heavy hittin', I'm splittin' g's in when I preceed
Indeed, take
To this lesson and I bring forth
Off course, lyrics hittin' I come up, flame stitchin' the souls of opponents
like a blow
The essence, able to hold my own
On the phone, I got a knack for throwin' sticks and to break bones
A commander in command, in control, at the
I blast that ass if you step in my realm
But since I sliced and diced prime rib into minced meat
My feat was your defeat, so a loss and a seat
My zone, get your own and teeth off my bone
And now I you hangin' like Stallone

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Check my lingo, 'cause on phat track, I'm a let go
Lyrics to catch like Koresh in Waco
In the of hip-hop, I love it with a passion
So wacth as a grab the mic and in this fashion
Like Jane Fonda, 'cause I got moves a Honda
here to bring hip-hop, way beyond yonder
I wonder, how far could we take it selling out?
we're bad to the bone beyond a shadow of a doubt
When I'm first to the verse, I've got a swiftness
And to stone the mic with the bonafide stiffness
>From the underground, my central station
I do I want, and it's called an occupation
And what I wanna do is for the damn nation
hip-hop alive for another generation