Luyện nghe bài hát The Show

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I won't
I not, I will rock the show

Uh, and I'm the one
Am I a poet or a or a stone to build upon?
And what's the reason I still Feed my children on
How I'm on a hustle from dusk 'till

all the love and the trust is gone
My wider than a baby that just was born
a war they ain't pay me enough to join
Behind a phrase they was crazy enough to

You kiddin' me? The pursuit of happiness, life,
And all type of necessities not givin' me
I put my body in 'cause I'm committed
Even though they try to stifle man creativity

got hopes and plans of gettin' rid of me
I hit 'em like hit up Italy
Swift as the bullet killed King and Kennedy
You the battle is off to infinity now

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock the show

I remember The Show like E. where people quiet was ugly
Yellin', "Get money", now we're showin', we're
Still doin' shows where the be bummy
Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a room

Maybe The Upper, where my people suffer
The leather gets tougher, we drive like a through the night
For every wrong, makin' two
And use mics to new heights, the blue lights

Follow, I guess it's the of Chicago
That make 'em mess with my tomorrow
In these borrowed days, the rhyme and the mind pays
The world is a show, you your stage

One, two, it's live so you undo
No sleep 'cause then your dreams won't true
And one's like a broad that we run through
Each finger, this ain't gonn' stop so we gonn' continue

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I stop, I won't stop
I will not, I rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I will rock the

The Ernest of B-boy poems
They can never take the pen away and Roy Jones
Pushing a black [Incomprehensible] in a new zone
knowin' every nuance wit' two eyes closed

The life I chose, more of a
I make a convulse and act on impulse and intuition
I've the future, listen, believe the superstition
I keep spittin' it's a truce or crucifixion

Im at home in the pressure zone, weakness is shown
Let alone I'm a man made of mere flesh and
I can't help that my heart as a metronome
And acquired a taste that's upper echelon

Lyrical professional, maniac
Plate in my that spin the way the record go
And break it down like it's the of Jericho
If they don't know by know they prob'ly know

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I will

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I rock the show
The show, the