Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

The is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City
A destined for greatness is born, let's 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 your in the air, put 'em up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, say I'm back
But I go nowhere though
here the whole time
Where you You back
'fact, apologize

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

Open mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you
Chokin' you out 'til you can't suck any air
Fuck with your man too, 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 through like you was fingers Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the room
Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga, harass you

I'll Ras Kass you, 'Soul On and body cast dude
due, Jean 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 in the confrontation
You can ask me, any conversation
You shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga

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

We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your 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
Just for kickin' out the club like Michael Richards

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

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

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

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