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,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement,
Fuckin' out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out these so called niggas,
pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another 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 damn shame you got all these fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with gimmiks,
Go down in , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke 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 that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for platinum records on the wall,
want me to fall,
I won't 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 respect 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,