Luyện nghe bài hát Skillz in '95

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

When I represent, I lotta kids survive
mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 2x)

Indeed proceed I to make rappers bleed
My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured seeds
It's my year son, so throw style away
Don't underrate me, cause I smell niggas from miles away
Rip a mic host and I'm
Peace to myn and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on skillz? come on, jet
Close your front door, nigga, cause style's on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, the mad in the front
through strife cause life is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, g's need to that
Treat me I'm on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
Stop grazing, don't keep it real on
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 won't survive
mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 4x)

Yeah, the average head seem to understand
It's something a beat and a mic in my hand
Kicks and snares bring me in for the
Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over fills
Don't fret, my decibles pop
Rhymes designed, to hair like gillettes
Sweat, that skillz be making
Riding the groove smooth, got no time for faking
You should master craft, that's my motto
be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel
Witness the I possess
Like ? ? ? , sheel and through my down vest
Next test, one time your mind
I drop rhymes, no corner standing son, I'm not a sign
Get used to microphone and tear
By now you know the name and the

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

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