Luyện nghe bài hát Serious

Huh, do it

Now sit back in seat and kick up your Nike's
And listen to Freddie cold rip the mic
The microphone's burnin' a flamin' torch
And my lyrics are hot so they can and scorch

So here's a somethin' for you hip-hop wimps
Try to come down hard on the hip-hop
Get your rhymes all together, your microphones
'Cause you're about to meet the terror, Freddie

For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed
Shut up and face the true supreme
Rappers, I'm so come get it
But those that tried are real sorry did it

'Cause I hit it hard, nail on the head, now dead
But that's what you get when messin' with Fred
Ain't no jokin' or playin' around, just to the sound
I get down, this is serious

So serious I take the stage
Kinda like lettin' a out of a cage
For blood or raw meet, huh, sound
But I the mic and a milky beat

And one rhyme that's self-defined
And then you lay back and relax I climb into your mind
openin' hole
Walk through your body and take over soul

This jam is deep I speak, you turn chicken
Scared to death my bassline's kickin'
Jump off and the mic, I dare you
Then I'ma open you up and wear ya

Drag you all over like Ann
Rough up the wannabe's, you a man
Then when you jump up to crap
You'll get slapped with a rap that makes your neck snap

for the count, my hand is raised
My rhyme is praised and you dazed
I'm take you deeper down to the bottom
When my voice hits the mic, it'll sound like I him

I'm like Riker's in dozens
And you'll be lookin' like, who was it?
Hit all sides, all you feel is pain
And you even know your own name

Try to get up for the round and pout it
You think you I doubt it
the stretcher, jumpstart the brain and heart
Of a rapper that's been torn apart is serious

This is

Now I'ma tell you you should never forget
Fred could stand in and won't sweat
Don't believe it? is hell
Bring the rapper then ring the

Then once we rappin', it's a hell of a round
It takes you, your crew and the cops to me down
The of rap, rhymes my occupation
Here we go, pump up radio station

The Kut Terrorist like a maniac
kickin' rhymes like a natural born brainiac
It's like your standin' in and touched a live wire
Boom, you're on

And I keep rollin', keep projectin'
like a punch to the jawbone connectin'
You see me with the mic in my hand and jelled up
Schemin' with posse but y'all got held up

business the only way to go
I'm all about makin' beats, and dough
And once in a while I'm a man
But girls a problem to Foxxx, 'cause I'm in, man

I got on the mic delirious
You why? 'Cause this is serious

one is a special dedication for all the posse out there
This one goes out to Eric B. and
This one out to my man Ant Live
one goes out to Premo

Sha, Jet and the Louisville Slugger
one goes out to my DJ the Kut Terrorist
This one out to Laser Mike
one goes out to Pat

I take this one deep for my physical Shabazz
This one goes out to the Supreme Easy E
This one also out to the Master Kevvon
I'ma take this mile-deep for

And I'ma slam one out field for Queens
And knock a home run for Island
This one goes out to the Southside Posse
This one to the Paid In Full Posse

And I'ma take this one for my man Barney Barn
And I'm gonna say peace to all the gods
And I'm gonna say, out