Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

The is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City
A child destined for greatness is born, go

Get your in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
Get hands in the air, get 'em up
Put hands in the air, put 'em up

shit now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

The Lord Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers
My people keep it up like cheap vodka
I smack Internet MC's and beat
You can see my Black Thought 'Riq Trotter

Deep, go ahead and sleep, know in the street
Kwe' gon' on the beat proper, composin' complete operas
Longer a cigar that's Godfather
Tappin' two heart choppers, I'm harder gob stoppers

People comin' for the throne not the seat hotter than
Fish grease, criminal names on police
You convinced me, I hit like top shotters
Out in the Mideast like takin' Shahada

I'm sayin' makin' a profit, a of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you pay homage
I'ma show you how we an artist

That's a threat, I'm not makin' a
Speak to the people Barack Obama
They worship like the black Madonna,
Niggaz shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in grill

two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the of a true gentleman
Still spit in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme MySpace, you're not

Yeah, they say I'm
But I ain't go though
here the whole time
Where you been? You
'fact, apologize

Talk shit now, shit now
Talk shit now, shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

Open your mouth, say somethin', I dare you
Chokin' you out you can't suck any air through
Fuck with your man too, I can't do what I plan to
Vet vandal, niggaz are new

Ain't knew I was bad news? Look at the
Get ran through like you was fingers Sassoon
Horror in the bathroom, off the backstage room
you couldn't imagine, nigga, I'll harass you

I'll Ras you, 'Soul On Ice' and body cast dude
Past due, and Kwe' the last two action heroes
Actually had the capacity to be the in a class of zeros

Hip hop's not dead, it was on
We back, we bask in the
You can ask me, any conversation
You shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga

Talk shit now, shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

We not fallin' for your trick 'cause image is like a gimmick
Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you a mimic
I'm to the Lord and I'm askin' Him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggaz out the like Michael Richards

Yeah, I admit it, I'm guilty, the way I spit it is
I keep it gritty so they get it, feel me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the soul of hustlers
I speak in the language they know I customers

The writin' therapeutic, it's due to the and sufferin'
While these dudes get it and abuse the creative substance
I'm givin' you a contact high, my buzzin'
And I in the game with nothin', stop frontin', nigga

Talk now, the year of Blacksmith
Is not by any calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you
Get the name right, BKMC, Kweli, say it again

Get your in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
Get hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
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