Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run getting my fight in the streets on
in the day before Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education 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 packed in the 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 live in the back, of a van
Used to be offbeat, like the white shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to make it, like the behind scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't forget it bitch
Cause everybody how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping like
Technological revolution... picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but is what it is now
bullets, packed 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 strip down
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
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 Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny
We're tired of being on the outside, in
what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as 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 in common
There ain't no
You got beef niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power European Americans
Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record (wrecking?)
Flight connection to the board of all guerrilla lessons
a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's now
Toured the country four over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my

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

I told you it was, but this 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 and make the stock market dip down
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, idols get ripped
Melt the ice caps, and make all of shit brown

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