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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a zone
What good is a good with no direction?
Like the right to with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and being
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in
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 to make it, like the story behind scars
I to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it
Cause knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but want you to snitch on YOU
from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are dropping Icarus
Technological revolution... picture this

Yeah... I you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the now
it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip
not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
With militant
That'll the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on
Hip Hop, reparations, now we back the loochie
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like 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 what it 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
There no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got with Aryans
White power Nazi Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the wrecking
Flight to the Chechen border for guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my

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