Luyện nghe bài hát The Renaissance

[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the boom
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't play
But I spit straight like I ate some
Who shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay broads and write bars
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I life hard, better check if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my
I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better
When I set it in, I shift then cause a
Fuck your settings man, we just out for presidents
Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the
The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a
I'll bend your chick and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what have to offer rap
Get off and spazz, whoever talking trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, this, fuck that

x2: Joey Bada$$]
Sometimes will ride with ya, sometimes the
Other just come alive in em
And it's hard to decide when you trynna
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and in the sky

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take walks in the of my mind
Came across all sorts of faults in
Some niggas is and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for brothers
Til do the forbidden to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect I had the Ritalin
Only thing popped is, mami who topless
finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this
Over the
Only you be is where yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, Impalas
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get damn hands up
Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch
a chick's standards, no chick before my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they when we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It take money to make money, streets ain't safe,
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, strafe
Funny, look both ways when you here
Last found dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a regular here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till
Turning indentured