Luyện nghe bài hát The Anthem

One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the culture y'all
to you by the world famous wake-up show

Bobby Steels, tails, MC's get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map the compass
Sacred sword tongue-twist, piercin' holes in you
You can't escape, 70,000 kilowatts blast through box

Woke wit alarm clocks, drivin' slow down the block
One stopped, parks pops his trunk, snare pops loud as shots
like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station
Wake up, wake up, up

When I up, I got the mic and never chocked up
a verse and all the G's in Cali locked up when I was summoned
Styles mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin'
around, your town is crumblin'

This Big from the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories about my flow
Put me off in a Potna, you can't fuck wit the sniper
Your flow's premature, clean your diaper

Mic heister, psycho,
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody
& Tech heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech filled"

This place is my house, I might as erase my face wit white-out
'Cuz can't see me like Mase's eyebrows
(Where you at?)
Climped out of a house
Through the window and heard this guy shout

"Hey my couch, bitch", pull a nine out during a rhyme 'bout
I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And you hoes worse than flippin' a convertible
Nose first wit the top off landin'

You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts
And Sway & Tech, two disk
Breakin' so many friggin' needles I wonder if they

Lo and behold, than platinum or gold
Yes God bless success, never forsake soul
take control, locked loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that's never fold

'Cuz your tape sucks, a new hobby that you can take up
Or to my niggas Tech & Sway so you can Wake-Up
The X-man, me doin' drills in the Danger Room
Big game hunting, high-noon to the full moon

Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline
minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims
As as Borris Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, a little piece of flesh

So the won't fall off, hauled-off, sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
Why did he have to die like metal?
Oh, huh, C now like Credle, we pone pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake-Up wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution

I sway the tech wit the & Sway
away, wet and spray, rep the day
Who debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker

I blaze your whole sect' arrays
Wake-Up Show for those slept
that the trey, hit the deck and pray
DJ Revolution, spinnin' like from out the heck-AK

your neck away
Flood up the street wit bloody
Until the head of investigate

What? Sway can it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it?
Tech can give it to you but gon' do?
Rev can give it to you but whatcha do wit it
I can give it to you, wha wha wha what

Yo yo Chino makes the go 'round
Fuckin' up record companies like Harrel did to Motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, walk
What flow I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought

The drama that's brought, caught us in a of sibling rivalry
For instance, there's nothing in existence that can wit me
Clone me like sheep, I house like Tony Rand-all
Wit style filed for harassment like Tisha Camp-bell

You're wack like Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin' your young style like Jon Benet Ramsey
Now who the master to Your demo gets passed on the reg'
You shouldn't have been if you had a white cast on your leg

I'm Wake-Up Show reppin' wit Sway &
My tec's like Tekken, the industry
I'm Chino X, KRS in

De de de de de de da di day, comin' wit the Tech & Sway
Yo, I rock up the set and on the biggest set
As ill as it gets, I still manage to wiggle your wit sweat
Never forget, the the budget the bigger the debt

You gotta be to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But I'm willin' to bet, on a & a Tech
stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin' respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what Sway & do

I'll be back but for now sackle
Fresh, for ninty-nine you