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 with no direction?
Like the right to vote no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live and stealing and being reckless
It time 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 girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, bars
Shed blood to make it, like the behind scars
I used to be a champion, in the meanwhile
some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran
Cause I, never snitched, and that's by evidence
I it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to on YOU
Evolution Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core
wax is useless
Rappers are like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture

Yeah... I told you what it was, but is what it is now
bullets, packed to the top of the clip 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 just, apocalypse
politics to the populace
Or challenge what the is
With caucuses
smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
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
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
I'll you die for what I believe
So we got in common
ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with
White power Nazi European
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake
The resurrection, ripping a ball the wrecking section
Flight connection to the Chechen for guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a man's voice now
Toured the four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, find strychnine in my saliva

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