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 green
What is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an
a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and reckless
It took time for my to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the girls' shoulder dance
I rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
blood to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the
Before some of you little fuckers learned to
senile, underground prima donnas
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 knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
Primitive commercial shit to lyricist
wax is useless
Rappers are like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture

Yeah... I you what it was, but this 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 hands up and the all the women strip
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just,
politics to the populace
Or challenge the market is
militant caucuses
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 on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we back the loochie
Don't tell me you 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 your corporate tax ID
Dominant speech is the new breed, won't let you breathe
I'll you die for what I believe
So we got in common
There no comparison
You got with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power 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 man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and
Poisonous words, you'll strychnine in my saliva

I told you what it was, but this is it is now
50 bullets, I don't need a clip 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 don't care shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get down
Melt the ice caps, and all of this shit drown...