Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in a or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."

Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of
Knocked off the game, and cold is spat
Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big and big gats
You whip it right so pick up the pace
to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, a crib that's laced
breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way
Near where niggas be slinging get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, the community
corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in of the crib, in front of my neighbors
for favors, here's a cassette and why you
question my
me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at bars
I don't care what beats my do
We'll sun you, I see right through
Its way it to me and M.O.P.
To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!

Holdin it
ass rappers
Dead
em
(Is this hiphop) no this is war
artillery, in my vicinty
*repeat - change 5th to: M.O.P.*

[Billy

Aiyyo, the called surivival *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, done a lot of shit
To the so-called dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I of had to do the shit I had to do
It's true, I would jump up in a
And travle miles of to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? when glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank
I stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug for the occasion
(It's so amazin) ???? pop
Like Windy Williams till you fuckers me
(Who we be!) What, what's wrong,
(First Family) Come, on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is to shoot
For the of the First Family thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!)
Thugs that got for this hiphop and shit
words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy your hammer!)
nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a there
Only if I'm paid (That's right)
And the gon' benefit the trade
I a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours and your outfit
I be, the slugger (Signing out)
Act like you know I'm about, Salute!