Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

Motherfuckers betta wake up, sellin' crack to the blacks
Hope you bought a for your flat
Can't accept me real facts
Down the hill like and Jack
I speak what yah weak mind lacks yah heard
I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' 'bout
'Cause your talkin' kill it

I but don't feel it thou ain't realest
Yah sweet meat in the in the village
Yeah I'm a down diva done
Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze a wife beater
Yep I'm a top
I got the Martin Luther fever, ima feed yah
yah teacher need to preach yah
It's time to get
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 don't gun
(It's alright)
If yah makin' legal
(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 wear them jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(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 drag in
Got issues to take up we break up
Like Electra let go miss Anita
I Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my place up
Gotta up, studio nice to cake up

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

If you gotta gun
(It's alright)
If yah legal money
(It's alright)
If you gotta yah clothes on
(It's alright)
You ain't cellular phone
(It's alright)
And yah dont spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans
(It's alright)
Yeah if you oh well
(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 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 home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it
Couple of karats in my ear won't
Need a nice chain on this thousand dollar shirt
Evisujeans cover the rectum I kick game like David Beckham
Anybody in my way I wet

I'ma be this way until the come catch 'em
To detective 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk
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 to think like them
Now they gotta live through the 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 ain't gotta phone
(It's alright)
And yeah don't spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta wear them again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
MC's stop the let's sell
(It's alright)