Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I neva on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to they own advisement,
out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm out these so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, clothes for small figures,
And I neva another fuckin' MC's shit,
And made it my single, fuck a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got damage,
But, I don't give a fuck cause I manage,
To to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no foolish,
To the studio gangsta the articals,
In them with the bitch editors,
it real in the game,
got no shame,
Now all the want all the fame,
Based on the videos, a gang of silly hoes,
For the indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
I stole it, stole it all,
hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools me to fall,
I won't cause my are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, I they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, I despise,
Cause me I the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you in the game run a check,
Cause you get fucked off, with no respect,