Luyện nghe bài hát Represent The Real Hip Hop

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

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

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

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, throw hands in the air

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

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

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

now that's the Blastmaster connects, the larynx
To a high-tech mic set, you get you get
Tech and Sway, index of singles is
On Technics sets, he wrecks, collects a fee

While you rejects practice, suffix and
I reads it and mark your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, in eighty-five
rappers, yo that can't rock live
Their mental facilities, the ability
For lyric agility battle? killin' me

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in this rap thing, I've been
Ready for the world, rude like
sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every 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 your mind, wouldn't wanna be you
A Uptown thing, world
Throw your hands in the air, baby, on

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