Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

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

Yeah... yeah... used to run getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a zone
What is a good education with no direction?
the right to vote with 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
to live robbing 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 girls' dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the
some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran
Cause I, snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever it bitch
Cause everybody how the government do
They never on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are like Icarus
Technological revolution... picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm this shit down
Fellas put hands up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just,
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
With militant
smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
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
tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking 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 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 nothing in
ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef Aryans
White power Nazi Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, ripping a through the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry of all guerrilla lessons
a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and
Poisonous words, find strychnine 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 don't a clip now
Fuck private jet nigga we shooting the shit down
Bomb street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I don't care shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get down
the ice caps, and make all of this shit brown

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