Luyện nghe bài hát Skillz in '95

Now if you had my eyes then you'd see I see
A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the
Who I be? the generation of the mc's
Who in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs
My travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest
I wanna be the shit from here to
please, I represent real mc's
I'm at ease when I spot beat to seize
So test me, I represent the best you see
And to me is the extra p ____ on the sp
A that could leave niggas wishing
That rhymes hadn't got handled the whole of
I raps like I had an hour to live
Contact the crowd with lyrics I was to give
I maintain in mission to get loot
So clear, I'm putting niggas careers on mute

When I represent, I lotta won't survive
Name's mad skillz, '95 (repeat 2x)

Indeed proceed I to make rappers bleed
My words hurt ya, my thoughts are like seeds
my year son, so throw your style away
Don't me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away
Rip a mic and I'm ghost
Peace to myn benda and from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on skillz? come on, jet
Close front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the
Maintaining through strife life is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, g's to heed that
me like I'm on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
Stop grazing, don't it real on occaision
You can't see me, chase me through the I be phasing
And adapt, I ain't hearing nothing but rap
I'm here to bless the mic and represent real like

When I represent, I lotta kids won't
Name's mad skillz, '95 (repeat 4x)

Yeah, the average head can't seem to
It's something about a beat and a mic in my
Kicks and bring me in for the kill
Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over fills
fret, my decibles pop cassettes
Rhymes designed, to raze hair gillettes
Sweat, techniques that be making
Riding the groove smooth, got no time for faking
You should your craft, that's my motto
Mc's be popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel
Witness the I possess
Like ? ? ? , sheel and strees my down vest
test, one time watch your mind
I drop rhymes, no standing son, I'm not a stop sign
Get used to microphone wear and
By now you the name and the year

When I represent, I lotta won't survive
Name's mad skillz, '95 (repeat 2x)

"i got skills" - big kane (repeat 16x)