Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

Ok... let's go... to em'... holler
you get tired of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the time?
Why can't you the fuck up and rhyme nigga?!

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the on
Back in the day before had a green zone
What good is a good education with no
Like the right to vote with no one to for in an election
a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd in the front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and being
It took time for my mind to put the in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to make it, like the story scars
I to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran
I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it
Cause everybody how the government do
never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping Icarus
Technological revolution... picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, to the top of the clip now
it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, I could just, apocalypse
Talk to the populace
Or what the market is
With militant
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on
Hip Hop, reparations, now we back Delucci
tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering what the Hip Hop would've been
This is it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
I'll you die for what I believe
So we got in common
ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with
White power Nazi European
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, a ball through the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the board of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country times over, I'm older and wiser
words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

(motherfucka what?... it to 'em raw)

I you what it was, but this is what it is now
50 bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we the shit down
Bomb wall and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is it is now
you the shit nigga, I care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of shit brown

(No one out there can with me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I speak that shit)
(to the airwaves)
(I don't to tell you motherfuckers again)