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

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

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

People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter
Fish grease, criminal on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets top shotters
Out in the Mideast like Muslims Shahada

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

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

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

Yeah, say I'm back
But I ain't go though
Been here the time
Where you been? You
Matter 'fact,

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

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

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

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

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

Talk shit now, shit now
Talk shit now, shit now, talk 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 like a
I'm to the Lord and I'm askin' 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 keep it gritty so they get it, they me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the of street hustlers
I speak in the they know I keep customers

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

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

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