Luyện nghe bài hát The Beat Change

Somebody gold in the Billboard, it was a X, but it was Mia
Young boys ran to me in the pizzeria
He said, "You Jamar and Haji man hot to death
Can y'all what's left, or at least make a claim?"

Shorty remind me of myself when I started in game
And through years I'm basically the same, as are my
I'm the eight track flashback the days of crack
Is it or an act, fuck it, let's save the kids

Yeah, you all about war, why you tryin' to die
Yeah, niggaz real raw but you sleepin' on the floor
Yeah, I through the Valley with my man Spark and Allie
of money, in Harlem Week '85
With the Captain's hats, and my father's old

Before I had a daughter, and before they had
I stay the hypnotizer, a tranquilizer
Got you feelin' all loose, wettin' up the
The great X and I'm hear to say
You can always find me the way

Uh, I be that kid the dreads that remember
When I hid the Feds, plus I always did what I said
I was do, talk shit, right in front of you
Never forfeit, on top, we do it non

Remember when we let the drop
With jewels than a pawn shop from the school
Of the hard knocks, off the now rule block
Powerful aftershocks with the of master locks

We got you in a paradox, a rock and a hard place
We got the bass
And everybody's gon' get a taste, get plate
we had to let it marinate, now we straight, uh

Five is how we rate, stand with us
And stand amongst the of the great scandalous
Cats, try they best to the tape
What we manifest still gets blessed in every

Hey, listen dog a nigga keep it spicy hot
Rhyme flow straighter than six o'clock
Hustle rhymes like a nigga shit on the block
The is work and got a 4.6 in the lot

I knowledge, charge tuition like a college
My wisdom hold me down in town like Brown
I teach minds, like that chick Michelle Pfeffeir
That's why the Gods got at least 6 cypher

My Justice Cypher Born, I ain't no helpless type
Like a gat without a I got the figure to make figures
For years I've doin' this thing I do
Since McDaniel's video show was on channel U

Station 31, vice channel changer son
The show was the banger, came in clear a hanger
Top notch status the God get it flamin'
Herbal with the verbal, top twin turbo
Blazin' for the year, born to 2 G's

Flow like these, the God stack cheese
Summer Jet-Ski, with TV's
Sittin' under tropic trees with teas
Mind positive black, guaranteed
to grab the top dollar, more pull the Rottweiler