Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets it real,
But, they don't know how to they own advisement,
Going out, do it 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 neva another fuckin' MC's shit,
And it my first single, fuck a hit,
hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick 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 and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in , in the big game,

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