Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, don't know 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 taking out these so called niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling for small figures,
And I neva took fuckin' MC's shit,
And it my first single, fuck a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a 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 sit back 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 studio gangsta the articals,
In magizines with the bitch 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 indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them records on the wall,
Fools me to fall,
I won't my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, I know front,
Cause afta shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
Cause me I the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the run a check,
Cause you get checked fucked off, no respect,