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

Yeah... yeah... to run around getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a zone
What good is a good education with no
Like the right to vote no one to vote for in an election
a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front the midsection
Used to live robbing and and being reckless
It took for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground donnas
I was Oliver North during Contra
I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever it bitch
Cause knows how the government do
They snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping like
revolution... nigga picture this

Yeah... I told you what it was, but is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this down
Fellas put your up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the
Or challenge the market is
militant 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 me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop been
This is it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
I'll make you die for what I
So we got in common
There ain't no
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
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 country four over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll strychnine in my saliva

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