Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... to run around getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education with no
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 and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in
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 blood to make it, like the behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the
Before some of you little fuckers to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver North during Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and backed by evidence
I it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but want you to snitch on YOU
from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like
revolution... nigga picture 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 like a robbery, I'm this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, I could just, apocalypse
politics to the populace
Or challenge what the is
With militant
smash the spirit 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 back Delucci
Don't me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID
speech is the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for I believe
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef Aryans
power Nazi European Americans
Rapid pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record (wrecking?)
Flight connection to the gentry board of all lessons
a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and
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 private jet nigga we the shit down
wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is it is now
you the shit nigga, I care about shit now
I the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this brown

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