Luyện nghe bài hát Top of the Food Chain [Remix]

Yeah... yeah... used to run around my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a zone
What good is a good education no direction?
the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for
Like the crowd packed in the front without the
to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to make it, the story behind scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
Before of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver North Iran Contra
I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core
wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like
Technological revolution... nigga this

Yeah... I you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit
Fellas put your hands up and the all the strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, I could just, apocalypse
politics to the populace
Or what the market is
militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we back the loochie
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to it used to be
And is your corporate tax ID eulogy
speech is the new breed, that won't let you breathe
I'll make you die for what I
So we got in common
ain't no comparison
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, ripping a through the wrecking section
Flight to the Chechen border for guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find in my saliva

I told you what it was, but this is it is now
50 bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we the shit down
Bomb street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I don't care about now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped
the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown...