Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

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

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

Deep, go and sleep, they know in the street
Kwe' gon' flow on the beat proper, composin' complete
Longer than a 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 names on police
You convinced me, I hit targets like top
Out in the Mideast like takin' Shahada

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

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

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

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

shit now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, 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, thinkin' I can't do I plan to
Vet vandal, niggaz are new

Ain't knew I was bad Look at the tattoos
Get ran like you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the room
Shit you imagine, nigga, I'll harass you

I'll Ras you, 'Soul On Ice' and body cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the two action heroes
had the capacity 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, have any
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 your image is a gimmick
Forget it, every is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm Him for forgiveness
Just for niggaz 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, feel me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the soul of street
I speak in the language know I keep customers

The therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'
While these get it confused 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 shit now, the year of
Is not by any calendar
Just 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 hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
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