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 keep it real,
But, don't know how to take they own advisement,
out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out these so gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for figures,
And I neva took fuckin' MC's shit,
And made it my first single, a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, I lick 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 back and watch thes with their gimmiks,
Go in flames , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a fuck I still manage,
To to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no foolish,
To the studio gangsta the articals,
In them with the bitch 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 fuck-em indistry take'n all ya dough,
I stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum on the wall,
want me to fall,
I cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
Cause me I the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the run a check,
you get checked fucked off, with no respect,