Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

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

I hear but don't feel it thou ain't
Yah just sweet 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 King fever, ima feed yah
What yah need to preach yah
It's 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, let's it

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 phone
(It's alright)
And yah wheels dont
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans
(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 be faker than a drag in make-up
Got issues to up before we break up
Like Electra let go miss Anita
I love Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my up
stay up, studio nice to cake up

Now my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors
I got cable, and check out hot I my paper
Hip hop don't be my lifesaver
Like Kobe and Shaq if left Lakers
And like a elevator DJ on a 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 gotta yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta cellular
(It's alright)
And yah wheels dont
(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 don't listen and a boomin'
First of change I see I'm gon' get one
745 no license to
I ain't even gotta I gots to live in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)
I can hear myself but I can't feel
I wanna feel myself Tweet
745 no to drive
I ain't gotta home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it
Couple of in my ear won't hurt
Need a nice chain layin' on this dollar shirt
Evisujeans cover the rectum I kick game just like 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 infections till 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 think I used to think like them
Now they gotta live through the pictures that I '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 legal money
(It's alright)
If you gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You ain't cellular phone
(It's alright)
And yeah wheels don't
(It's alright)
And you gotta them jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
stop the beef let's sell
(It's alright)