Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the on
Back in the day Harlem had a green zone
What good is a education with no direction?
Like the right to vote no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the for protection
Like the crowd in the front without the midsection
Used to live and stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in
I used to live in the back, of a van
Used to be offbeat, like the girls' shoulder dance
I wrote a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind
I used to be a battle champion, in the
Before some of you little fuckers to freestyle
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever it bitch
Cause everybody how the government do
never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core
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, packed to the top of the now
Treat it a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
put your hands up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
With 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 Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've
This is what it is, as to what it used to be
And is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
make 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 European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the board of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's now
Toured the country four times over, I'm 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 caliber bullets, I don't need a now
Fuck your private jet we shooting the shit down
wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I don't about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and all of this shit brown

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