Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around my fight in the streets on
Back in the day Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education no direction?
Like the right to with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for
Like the crowd packed in the front the midsection
to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
blood to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the
Before some of you little learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground donnas
I was Oliver during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the do
They never on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
Primitive commercial to hard-core lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are like Icarus
revolution... nigga picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, to the top of the clip now
Treat it a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I just, apocalypse
Talk to the populace
Or challenge what the is
With caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the on
I'm sinful, I eat you, daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking Delucci
Don't me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it to be
And this is corporate tax ID eulogy
speech is the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll you die for what I believe
So we got in common
There no comparison
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a through the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a man's voice now
Toured the country four over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find in my saliva

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

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

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