Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

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

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke and I got brain damage,
But, I give a fuck cause I still manage,
To to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no foolish,
To the studio gangsta the articals,
In them magizines with the 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 fuck-em indistry 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 my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to a blunt,
I respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
Cause me I the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you in the game run a check,
you get checked fucked off, with no respect,