Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green
What is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and and being reckless
It took time for my to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white shoulder dance
I wrote a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind
I to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground donnas
I was Oliver North Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's by evidence
I it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
everybody knows how the government do
They snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
Primitive commercial to hard-core lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are dropping Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I you what it was, but this 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 women strip
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
With caucuses
That'll 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 taking back
Don't tell me you it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as to what it used to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
speech is the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for I believe
So we got in common
There no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got with Aryans
White Nazi European Americans
Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record (wrecking?)
Flight connection to the gentry 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 four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll strychnine in my saliva

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

I told you it was, but this is what it is now
50 bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet we shooting the shit down
Bomb street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is 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 this shit

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