Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

Ok... let's go... talk to em'...
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 before Harlem had a zone
What good is a education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an
Like a gun with no in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front without the
Used to live and stealing and being reckless
It time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver during Iran Contra
Cause I, snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, ever forget it bitch
Cause knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga this

(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
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just,
Talk to the populace
Or challenge the market is
With militant
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
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop been
This is what it is, as to what it used to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that let you breath
make you die for what I believe
So we got in common
There no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got with Aryans
White power European Americans
Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the board of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my

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

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

(No one out can fuck with me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I that real shit)
(to the airwaves)
(I want to tell you motherfuckers again)