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

Yeah... yeah... used to run getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a zone
What good is a education with no direction?
Like the right to with no one to vote for in an election
a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the without the midsection
to live robbing 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, like the white girls' shoulder
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to make it, the story behind scars
I to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver during Iran Contra
Cause I, snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't forget it bitch
Cause everybody how the government do
never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are like Icarus
revolution... nigga picture this

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is it is now
Lyrical bullets, to the top of the clip now
Treat it a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
put your hands up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I just, apocalypse
Talk to the populace
Or challenge the market is
With militant
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking the loochie
tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as to what it used to be
And this is corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant is the new breed, that won't let you breathe
make you die for what I believe
So we got in common
There no comparison
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
power Nazi European Americans
Rapid pimps, and fake vegetarians
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
ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll strychnine in my saliva

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