Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

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

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

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

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

People comin' for the not knowin' the seat hotter than
Fish grease, criminal names on blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top
Out in the Mideast like Muslims takin'

I'm sayin' makin' a profit, a of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Music, if you don't pay homage
I'ma you how we break an artist

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

Number two is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a gentleman
Still spit right in your
Fuck a Top 8, up, gimme MySpace, you're not safe

Yeah, they say I'm
But I go nowhere though
Been here the whole
you been? You back
Matter 'fact,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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