Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about 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
Knocked off the game, and broke is spat
Gang Starr, Billy Danze and Big Slap
to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the
Word to niggas, they want to stick up the place
to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate the mental, all
We got galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the spots
Near where niggas be innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the
While corrupt cops, be you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a and why you
my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off
I scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't what these beats my do
We'll sun you, plus I see 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
artillery, in my vicinty
*repeat - change 5th to: M.O.P.*

Danze]

Aiyyo, the game's surivival *echoes* 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
true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice when they glance
At the boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won't stress the
But I will think about what size best for the occasion
(It's so amazin) pop shit
Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to
For the love of the First thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

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