Luyện nghe bài hát Reservation for One

Yo, accept defeat as I drop the heat
Don't provoke, come equipped
and cloak
So what you do?
I came in bumpin jack of
You came in wit two of by stacey q?
Femine is drumtracks, one hat no rise
My dj's in the shadows, I perform, show my soul
To the audience, programmed
Active ingredient, balance, the medium
It rains, let it hail, front my shit is ill
on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs charred
Yo my sentences are full, I eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em, they know not they doin
They built for themselves, that's why they places lay in
Yo, it funny how these cats lack the basics?
Like rhymin on time, four four ? the serve's by

by babu*
"braincells are lit, start to hit
And when my pen the paper" [big daddy kane]
"who's the man in the hot " [grand puba]
"braincells are lit, ideas to hit"
"i'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
"ideas to hit, and when my pen hits the paper"
"who's the man in the hot "
"braincells are lit, start to hit
And my hit hits the paper"
"who's the man in the hot seat"

Yo this reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket
Escorted properly, your bored/board like monopoly
My limit is twenty minutes
I more trees than louie freese, this flow's inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson,
Been rhymin nine years, my pass peers
Skill break the beat up, no time for my feet up
No relaxing, I keep it movin like deniro in
Driver, my mike, ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the
Yo I you in the crowd, arms crossed,
I know you of me (stop frontin)
The is hot, I get props from the security
levels of expectancy
Yeah shit is tight, you think it's abb quality?
I don't think so, aiyyo ben the fish net
Take em to the pier and em off at sunset
After the

"aww shit" [kane] *cut up by