Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Rebels

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

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

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha
We got the masters of the
Blessin' (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got 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

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

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

Y'all think challengers is here to make a man fold
Shoot I've been holdin' these since I was day old
Came to confirm the fact that I've 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 they pass they have to pay
While been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens
Baby 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, some take the gay
I get my man to clamp they like they staples
I'm LI we take it far as out as naples
And scrape who'll be willing to take clothes off (off)
See once you bet it all reflects eternal
You lose every rapper on a
Y'all to pay ya dues

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