Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Rebels

We don't for Hip-Hop, It lives for us

It's the eternalist, burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels up, we got a long way to go
Before here blow like a volcano
We get eternal, this is you waitin' for
You try to front and the role
When you like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like
I lace the flow on even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to shit they drop on the radio
Underground is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be
We still gonna blow like the played by Horatio
The stakes is three high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and
We all got babies so we embrace the taste of
But already know so I ain't gotta say no mo'

(De La) is need, (Reflection) is whatcha need
We got the of the ceremonies
emcees (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got on lock D
(Let me you scream out loud) if you're somebody
Party to party, body to
When we into the jam we do it wildstyle

Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic
It's the extravaganza we glad you
Made for them heads, it's infra-red Aim
For a world figure, we got figures to gain
(don't on a nigga)
I ain't Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane
Been known to mic spit, infinite per
While these girls throw me like jenny to jane
Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future
the day I came
If you don't know Plug Why is my name
Most recognized leo my size in mane
a fact track is simple and Plain
Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to
Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the (and De La) oh fo' sho'
We be the same

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha
We got the masters of the
Blessin' (lip professin' emcees)
LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
(Let me you scream out loud) if you're somebody
to party, body to body
When we come into the jam we do it

think these challengers is here to make a man fold
Shoot I've been holdin' these since I was day old
Came to confirm the fact I've been on the payroll
cold til one day make it hot and fade old
Continue til I'm dyin, out gray and old
I told them fool before pass they have to pay toll
While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of
yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal
But they to come spit your way so
So was I to go and say no
Right emcees some walking straight, take the gay stroll
I get my man to clamp they asses they staples
I'm LI we take it far as out as naples
And scrape hoes who'll be willing to clothes off (off)
See once you bet it all against reflects
You lose rapper on a dept
Y'all to pay ya dues

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha
We got the masters of the
emcees (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
(Let me hear you scream out loud) if somebody
to party, body to body
When we come into the jam we do it