Luyện nghe bài hát The Beat Change

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

Shorty me of myself when I started in this game
And through years I'm basically the same, as are my
I'm the eight track before 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 walk through the with my man Spark and Allie
Days of money, in Week '85
With the hats, and my father's old guns

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

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

when we let the bomb drop
With more jewels than a pawn shop the school
Of the hard knocks, straight off the now block
aftershocks with the strength of master locks

We got you in a paradox, between a rock and a 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 mics is how we rate, stand us
And stand amongst the likes of the scandalous
Cats, try they to decipher the tape
What we manifest still blessed in every state

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

I hustle knowledge, charge like a college
My wisdom hold me in town like Jackie Brown
I teach dangerous minds, like that Michelle Pfeffeir
That's why the Gods check got at least 6

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

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

like these, help the God stack cheese
Summer Jet-Ski, trunk with
Sittin' tropic trees with iced teas
Mind positive black, guaranteed
to the top dollar, more pull than the Rottweiler