Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

Motherfuckers betta wake up, 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 mind yah heard that
I'm creative to the what you talkin' 'bout Willis
'Cause 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 done niva
Ya'll not xena sqeeze into a wife beater
Yep I'm a top
I got the Martin King fever, ima feed yah
What yah teacher need to yah
time to get seious
Black people all who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us
'Cause music be our first love, say I do, cherish it

If you don't 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 wheels dont
(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)

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

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

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 yah wheels spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans
(It's alright)
if you tried oh well
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef let's
(It's alright)

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

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

I'ma be this way the cops come catch 'em
To detective sketch 'em on the wit chalk
New Yorks till I got taught 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 the pictures that I send 'em in the pen
Hope you don't yah life where I end

up
up
up

If you gotta gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' money
(It's alright)
If you keep yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You gotta cellular phone
(It's alright)
And yeah wheels 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)