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

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

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is 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 women down
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or what the market is
militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking the loochie
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
Dominant is the new breed, that won't let you breathe
I'll you die for what I believe
So we got in common
There ain't no
You got beef niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, a ball through the wrecking section
Flight connection to the Chechen border for guerrilla
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's now
Toured the four times over, I'm older and wiser
words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

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