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 crack to the blacks
you bought a spare for your flat
Can't accept me talkin' facts
Down the like Jill and Jack
I speak what yah weak mind lacks yah heard
I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' Willis
'Cause talkin' never kill it

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

If you gotta gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' legal
(It's alright)
If you keep yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta cellular
(It's alright)
And yah wheels spin
(It's alright)
And you wear them jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
MC's the beef let's sell
(It's alright)

Hip hop wake up, the bed to make up
Some of ya'll be faker than a in make-up
Got issues to take up we break up
Like Electra let go miss Baker
I love Jacobs, but jewelry fix my place up
stay up, studio nice to cake up

Now check my flava, rich folks is now my
I got cable, and check out hot I my paper
Hip hop don't stop be my
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left
And a elevator DJ on a cross fader
black people wake up or see yeah ass lata

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

I need rims that listen and a boomin' system
First piece of change I see I'm get one
745 no to drive
I ain't even gotta home I to live in my ride, fuck it

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

I'ma be this way until the come catch 'em
To detective sketch 'em on the sidewalk wit
New Yorks infections I got taught a lesson
Couple niggaz gone in correction
got ten, Todd got 15 nigga even my kin
Got 5 years bringin' 19 in, I just think I used to think like
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' legal
(It's alright)
If you keep yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You gotta cellular phone
(It's alright)
And wheels don't spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta them jeans again
(It's alright)
if you tried oh well
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef sell
(It's alright)