Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, they talkin 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 newspaper or magazine. Its its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."

Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is
Gang Starr, Billy Danze and Big Slap
to Laze, big schools and big gats
You whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to 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 spots
where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the
While cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in of my neighbors
Askin for favors, a cassette and why you
question my
me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug
I don't care what beats my do
We'll sun you, plus I see through
Its way it to me and M.O.P.
To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!

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

Danze]

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

[Lil'

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