Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cook

Slow cook, dry rub, flame, let it sit
the hip hop I fell in love with
That's the hip hop I fell in love
That's the hip hop I fell in love

Yeah, I to not write diss tracks
Distracts from the vision, reversing
Win that, found a battling in Keytown
He said a war make a king
It's what you do the crown
The ground crumbles at the feet of the
But if you dope, you dope, just keep the way low
That's the hip-hop I fell in with
the hip-hop I throw my dubs with
Round robin a mic
Six east of Compton
not to be the old dude always screaming old-school
Hating on the new dudes, knowing I could school
Instead of leveraging veteran for they betterment
Ligaments been itching like kids coming to get me
When you finally reach pinnacle, hard to not be cynical
But down, enjoy the view
are called, chosen few
That's the hip hop I fell in with

cook, dry rub, little flame, let it sit
That's the hip hop I fell in with
That's the hip hop I fell in with
That low flame marinate, the dry rub, let it sit
That's the hip hop I fell in love
That's the hip hop I fell in with

On that dad back when my neighbor's dad
Ran his truck through they living
And they set the on fire like "if I can't have you, no one can"
Tainted love, mixed messages, curses and
patience is a virtue, but I ain't afraid to hurt you
Like crack smoke is silly, but crack sales is
And the black man is god but if you try to touch the *pow*
My uncle Charles got smoked by a bloke reppin'
And I wish I known him
My granny said he cold on saxophone
And he's why I music
It's crazy how a man you met can influence you
the music for which you listen could shape how you raise your children
Like crooked men with dope pens inspired how I my living
affiliation, how it fascinated a nation but
That's the hip hop I in love with

That cook, that dry rub, marinate, gotta let it sit
That's the hip hop I in love with
the hip hop I fell in love with
That slow cook, head nod, the neck brace, that stank face
That's the hip hop I in love with
That's the hip hop I in love with

Yeah, b-boy, p-noid, me and qya
Roll into your like aché ate
Destroy, deploy, eclectic low
nuff showed up like "don't play, José"
Take of this fire hydrant of wokeness
I the dopest emcees to stay bold, kid
Heavy-handed pen stroke, been dope since
Trickle down and ruined my hometown if I'm
Me - just a boy, show me no pity, boy
Stand up, man up, the only rules of the
On climbing over fences to edge of the LA River
And scribble the syllables the thought were silly
But we was all we had though, next to the vatos
Florence 13 and dieciocho
This is how we grew 'em, hybrid hip-hop and
True school 'em the one you enrolled in is failing ya
Backpack of books, no hooks, that's for radio
My emcees don't play no stadiums
the Palladium, battling the openers
Only audible audience in awe and awkwardness
Obvious we were too young but better rap guns
kickflips, I don't hold semi-automatic clips
They for me to get a blue rag dangling
my pocket, tangling with the wrong crowd
Stop it but the hip-hop I fell in love with
That's the hip-hop I my dubs with