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 green
What good is a good education no direction?
Like the to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the for protection
the crowd packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live and stealing and being 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, the white girls' shoulder dance
I rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the behind scars
I to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran
Cause I, snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping like
Technological revolution... nigga this

Yeah... I told you 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 down
Fellas put your up and the all the women strip down
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or what the market is
With caucuses
That'll the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the on
I'm sinful, I eat you, daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking the loochie
Don't me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that let you breathe
make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with
power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the wrecking
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 grown man's now
Toured the country four over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find in my saliva

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