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,
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for figures,
And I neva took another MC's 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 in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes with their gimmiks,
Go down in , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I weed 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 gangsta the articals,
In them with the bitch editors,
Keep it in the game,
got no shame,
Now all the executives all the fame,
on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the fuck-em indistry take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, it all,
Just work, and sweat, for them platinum records 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 shows 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 in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked fucked off, no respect,