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

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green
What good is a good education no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an
Like a gun with no in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front without the
Used to live robbing and stealing and reckless
It took for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to live in the back, of a van
Used to be offbeat, like the white shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to make it, the story behind scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to
Prematurely senile, underground prima
I was Oliver during Iran Contra
I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, ever forget it bitch
everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is
are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga this

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 shit 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
militant caucuses
That'll smash the of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking the loochie
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant is the new breed, that won't let you breathe
I'll make you die for I believe
So we got in common
There ain't no
You got beef niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, a ball through the wrecking section
connection 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
the country four times 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 caliber bullets, I don't need a now
your private jet nigga we shooting the shit down
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 care about shit now
I the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this drown...