Luyện nghe bài hát Skillz in '95

Now if you had my eyes you'd see what I see
A to see a soundman hung and bless the m-i-c
Who I be? the generation of the mc's
Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and
My voice travels through 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 don't me, I represent the best you see
And next to me is the p ____ on the sp
A combination that could leave niggas
That rhymes got handled the whole of sedition
I write raps like I had an to live
Contact the crowd lyrics I was born to give
I maintain in mission to get loot
So listen clear, I'm putting careers on mute

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

Indeed I need to make rappers 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 fears from away
Rip a mic and I'm ghost
Peace to myn benda and from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on come on, don't jet
Close front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the
Maintaining through strife cause is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, g's to heed that
Treat me like I'm on in the 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 real like that

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

Yeah, the average can't seem to understand
something about 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 decibles pop
Rhymes designed, to hair like gillettes
Sweat, techniques that skillz be
the groove 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 sickness I
Like ? ? ? , sheel and strees my down vest
Next test, one time watch your
I drop rhymes, no standing son, I'm not a stop sign
Get used to microphone and tear
By now you know the name and the

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

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