Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, they about 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 whip it right 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 around-the-way
Near where niggas be innocent get hit by straight shots
And cops, protect the community
While cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my
Askin for favors, here's a and why you
question my
Pursuing me, trying to me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of at thug bars
I don't care these beats my do
We'll sun you, 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
ass rappers
Dead
em
(Is this hiphop) Hell no is war
Heavy artillery, in my
*repeat - 5th line to: M.O.P.*

[Billy

Aiyyo, the game's called surivival I admit
As a soldier, I've done a lot of
To the tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the I had to do
It's true, I would up in a Bamma
And travle of road to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? they glance
At the baby boy of and Frank Danze
I won't the blazin
But I will think about size slug best for the occasion
(It's so amazin) pop shit
Like Windy 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'

Before you slit wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the time poppin shit
I to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I niggas told me (Boy take your 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 a brother there
Only if I'm paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the
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!