Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

{Eh yo hov, tell 'em, Hip Hop betta up}

Yeah, the muhfuckin' music up
Yeah, the muhfuckin' music up

Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin' to the blacks
Hope you a spare for your flat
Can't me talkin' real facts
Down the like Jill and Jack
I what yah weak mind lacks yah heard that
I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' 'bout
'Cause your never kill it

I hear but don't feel it thou ain't
Yah just sweet meat in the in the
Yeah I'm a down diva done
Ya'll not heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater
Yep I'm a top
I got the Martin Luther fever, ima feed yah
What yah teacher to preach yah
It's time to get
Black people all areas who gon' carry us it time to bury us
'Cause music be our first love, say I do, let's it

If you gotta gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' money
(It's alright)
If you gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta phone
(It's alright)
And yah wheels spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you oh well
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef let's
(It's alright)

Hip hop betta up, the bed to make up
Some of ya'll be than a drag in make-up
Got issues to take up we break up
Like Electra let go miss Anita
I Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my place up
Gotta up, studio nice to cake up

Now check my flava, rich folks is now my
I got cable, and out hot I made my paper
Hip hop stop be my lifesaver
Like and Shaq if they left Lakers
And a elevator DJ on a cross fader
Black black people up or see yeah ass lata

If you don't gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' money
(It's alright)
If you gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You gotta cellular phone
(It's alright)
And yah dont spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
stop the beef let's sell
(It's alright)

I need rims don't listen and a boomin' system
First piece of I see I'm gon' get one
745 no license to
I ain't even gotta home I gots to in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)
I can hear myself but I feel myself
I wanna feel myself like
745 no license to
I ain't even gotta home I gots to live in my ride, it
Couple of karats in my ear hurt
Need a nice chain layin' on thousand dollar shirt
Evisujeans cover the rectum I kick game just David Beckham
Anybody in my way I wet

be this way until the cops come catch 'em
To detective 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk
New Yorks infections till I got taught a
niggaz gone couple in correction
Hillary got ten, got 15 nigga even my kin
Got 5 years bringin' 19 in, I just think I to think like them
Now they live through the pictures that I send 'em in the pen
you don't start yah life where I end

up
up
up

If you don't gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' money
(It's alright)
If you gotta yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta phone
(It's alright)
And yeah wheels don't
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef let's
(It's alright)