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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We not fallin' for your 'cause your image is like a gimmick
Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm Him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggaz out the club 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 soul of street
I speak in the language they know I customers

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

shit now, the year of Blacksmith
Is not defined by any
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 your in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
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