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 had a green zone
What is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for
the crowd packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and reckless
It took time for my mind to put the in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' 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 some of you little fuckers to freestyle
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver North Iran Contra
I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause knows how the government do
They never on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture

Yeah... I you what it was, but this is what it is now
bullets, packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit
Fellas put your hands up and the all the strip down
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk to the populace
Or challenge what the is
With caucuses
That'll smash the of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back the
Don't tell me you it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've
This is what it is, as opposed to it used to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
I'll make you die for I believe
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got beef 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 middle man distributor, I got a now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a man's voice now
Toured the four times over, I'm older and wiser
words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

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