Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, they talkin rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what talkin about.
It's not about college or you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear 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 Danze and Big
to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a that's laced
breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight
And brave cops, the community
corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a and why you
my behavior?
Pursuing me, to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of at thug bars
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
ass rappers
Dead
em
(Is hiphop) Hell no this is war
Heavy artillery, in my
*repeat - change 5th to: M.O.P.*

Danze]

Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I
As a soldier, I've a lot of shit
To the tough 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 jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this
(And I) ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank
I won't the blazin
But I will think about what size slug for the occasion
(It's so amazin) pop shit
Like Windy Williams till you fuckers me
(Who we be!) What, wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to
For the of the First Family thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

Before you slit wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin
I used to go to jams, and drop
I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, got rowdy
off my first clip at a house 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' benefit the
I a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the slugger (Signing out)
Act you know what I'm about, Salute!