Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Rebels

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

It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da
Soul rebels trap up, we got a way to go
Before this here like a volcano
We get eternal, is what you waitin' for
You try to and play the role
you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth fellatio
I lace the on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they get it, then they may be slow
We still gonna blow like the played by Horatio
The is three feet 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 y'all know so I ain't gotta say no mo'

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

Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I the mic plain
It's the extravaganza we you came
only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim
For such a world figure, we got to gain
(don't on a nigga)
I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass hard cuz we raw like Kane
known to mic spit, infinite per frame
While these girls throw me plenty like to jane
Ain't some old G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic
Since the day I
If you don't Plug Wonder Why is my name
recognized leo with my size in mane
Matter a track is simple and Plain
Cuz the complexities I freeze is too to detain
Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo'
We be the same

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

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

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