Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, about lets keep it real,
But, don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it on an advertisement, comecializing
sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out so called gangsta niggas,
pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another 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,
It's a damn shame when you got all fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes with their gimmiks,
Go in flames , in the big game,

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