Luyện nghe bài hát Skillz in '95

Now if you had my eyes then see what 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 here to budapest
Kneel please, I represent mc's
I'm at ease when I spot another beat to
So don't test me, I the best you see
And next to me is the extra p on the sp
A combination that could niggas wishing
That rhymes got handled the whole of sedition
I write like I had an hour to live
Contact the crowd lyrics I was born to give
I in this mission to get loot
So listen clear, I'm niggas careers on mute

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

Indeed proceed I need to make bleed
My words ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds
my year son, so throw your style away
Don't underrate me, cause I smell niggas from miles away
Rip a mic host and I'm
Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the
You get ill on skillz? come on, jet
your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, the mad in the front
Maintaining through strife cause life is 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 on occaision
You can't see me, chase me the walls I be phasing
And adapt, cause I ain't nothing but rap
I'm here to bless the mic and represent real that

When I represent, I lotta won't survive
Name's mad skillz, '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 drum fills
Don't fret, my pop cassettes
Rhymes designed, to raze hair like
Sweat, techniques skillz be making
Riding the smooth, got no time for move faking
You should master your craft, my motto
Mc's be getting popped quick, just like zits on a
Witness the I possess
Like ? ? ? , sheel and strees through my vest
Next test, one time your mind
I drop rhymes, no corner son, I'm not a stop sign
Get to microphone wear and tear
By now you know the and the year

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

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