Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets it real,
But, they don't know how to take 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,
Takin' pictures, modeling for small figures,
And I neva took fuckin' MC's shit,
And made it my first single, a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go in flames , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I weed 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 gangsta with 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, just a gang of hoes,
For the indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva it, stole it all,
hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, 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 in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked off, with no respect,