Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I neva on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets it real,
But, don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement,
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, clothes for small figures,
And I neva another fuckin' MC's shit,
And made it my first single, 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 fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit back and thes fools 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 gangsta with the articals,
In them magizines with the editors,
Keep it in the game,
got no shame,
Now all the executives all the fame,
Based on the videos, a gang of silly hoes,
For the fuck-em indistry that's 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 niggas say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the run a check,
Cause you get checked fucked off, no respect,