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.
not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."

Now everybody on wanna rap, we burnt all of that
off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big and big gats
You didn't whip it so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, want to stick up the place
to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small tour
Yet, still, I be at the spots
Near where be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, the community
While cops, be harrasing you and me
me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a and why you
my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug
I don't care what 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
serious
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, I've a lot of shit
To the tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do
true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they
At the baby boy of Haddy and Danze
I stress the blazin
But I will think about size slug best for the occasion
(It's so amazin) pop shit
Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, what's wrong,
(First Family) Come, on, nigga!
(Ain't cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the of the First Family thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine
M.O.P., Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this and shit
Makin words rhyme at the time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take hammer!)
Sure nuff, 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 brother
Only if I'm gettin (That's right)
And the shit gon' the trade
I snatch a mic, it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and outfit
I be, the Brownsville (Signing out)
Act like you know I'm about, Salute!