Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green
What is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the for protection
Like the crowd packed in the without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and reckless
It took time for my to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to live in the back, of a van
to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver North during Iran
Cause I, never snitched, and that's by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't forget it bitch
everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting shit down
Fellas put your up and the all the women strip down
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk to the populace
Or challenge the market is
militant caucuses
That'll smash the of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back
Don't tell me you it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that let you breath
I'll make you die for what I
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi Americans
Rapid pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball the record (wrecking?) section
Flight to the gentry board of all guerrilla lessons
a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown voice now
Toured the four times over, I'm older and wiser
words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

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

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

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