Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

betta wake up, stop sellin' crack to the blacks
Hope you bought a for your flat
Can't me talkin' 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' 'bout
'Cause your talkin' kill it

I hear but don't it thou ain't realest
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 Martin Luther King fever, ima yah
yah teacher need to preach yah
It's time to get
Black people all who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us
'Cause music be our love, say I do, let's cherish it

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 cellular
(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)
MC's stop the let's sell
(It's alright)

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

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

If you don't gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' legal
(It's alright)
If you gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You ain't cellular phone
(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 stop the let's sell
(It's alright)

I need rims that listen and a boomin' system
piece of change I see I'm gon' get one
745 no license to
I even gotta home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)
I can myself but I can't feel myself
I feel myself like Tweet
745 no license to
I ain't even gotta home I gots to in my ride, fuck it
Couple of in my ear won't 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

I'ma be this way the cops come catch 'em
To detective sketch 'em on the wit chalk
New Yorks infections I got taught a lesson
Couple niggaz couple 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 the pictures that I send 'em in the pen
you don't start 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 ain't cellular phone
(It's alright)
And yeah wheels don't
(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)