Luyện nghe bài hát The Anthem

One two, one two
We dedicate one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world wake-up show

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

Woke wit clocks, cars 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 station identification
up, wake up, wake up

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

This Big from the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake-Up Show, make up no, about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Potna, you fuck wit the sniper
Your flow's premature, clean your diaper

Mic heister, psycho,
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, and ain't nobody tighter
Sway & Tech heard me flow and sealed
Now I got women yelling "Tech N9NE's filled"

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

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

tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my shaved
And Sway & Tech, two jockeys
so many friggin' needles I wonder if they inject

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

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

Wit synonyms, I get an rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in interims
As horrid as Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of

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

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

When I blaze whole sect' arrays
Wake-Up Show for those away
Niggas that the trey, hit the deck and
DJ Revolution, spinnin' lead from out the heck-AK

Tearin' neck away
Flood up the wit bloody decora'
Until the of Jake investigate

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

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

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

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

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

De de de de de de da di day, KRS-One comin' wit the Tech &
Yo, I up the littlest 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 willin' to rock in the middle of dry and in the of wet
But I'm to bet, on a Sway & a Tech
They stay in effect, never been a in the neck, they gainin' respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what & Tech do

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