Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

Ok... go... talk to em'... holler
Don't you get of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the time?
Why can't you shut the up and rhyme nigga?!

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

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or what the market is
With caucuses
That'll the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back
Don't tell me you it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop been
This is what it is, as opposed to it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID
Dominant is the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for what I
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got beef niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White Nazi European Americans
Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't 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 told you what it was, but is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a now
Fuck your jet nigga we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip
I you what it was, but this is what it is now
you the nigga, I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit

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