Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

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

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

If you don't gun
(It's alright)
If yah legal money
(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 gotta wear jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you oh well
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef sell
(It's alright)

Hip hop betta 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 Anita
I love Jacobs, but jewelry fix my place up
Gotta stay up, studio nice to up

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

If you gotta gun
(It's alright)
If yah legal money
(It's alright)
If you gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta cellular
(It's alright)
And yah wheels dont
(It's alright)
And you gotta them jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you oh well
(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 home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)
I can hear myself but I can't myself
I feel myself like Tweet
745 no to drive
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 this dollar shirt
Evisujeans the rectum I kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way I wet

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

up
up
up

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