Luyện nghe bài hát Represent The Real Hip Hop

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

The hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over
The real hip-hop is 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 that the Benz, rocks the Pinto
Watch my signal, I rock the rap like 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 to say and let me make this clear
Everywhere, now, your hands in the air

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

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

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

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

While you practice, suffix and prefix
Hip-hop I it and mark your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, back in
Platinum rappers, yo can't rock live
Their facilities, lack the ability
For lyric agility You're killin' me

The real hip-hop is here
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 here?
The real hip-hop, yo, over there
The real hip, now throw your in the air

your hands in the air
(Get now)
Throw your 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] every stadium
Scholars and players, here to Las
Embrace the papers, of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the brothers us

Yo yo, from to coast I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross mind, wouldn't wanna be you
A Uptown thing, world
Throw your in the air, baby, it's on

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