Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement,
sell 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 another fuckin' shit,
And made it my single, fuck a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with gimmiks,
Go in flames , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a cause I still manage,
To to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no foolish,
To the studio with the articals,
In them with the bitch editors,
Keep it in the game,
got no shame,
Now all the executives all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of 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 my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, I know front,
Cause they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, when I tell a lie,
All you in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked off, with no respect,