Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

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

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

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

[Billy

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

[Lil'

you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for hiphop and shit
words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and grammar
Before I left told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got
Dumped off my first clip at a house
I this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother
Only if I'm gettin (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the
I snatch a mic, it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville (Signing out)
Act you know what I'm about, Salute!