Luyện nghe bài hát Wake up

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

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

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

I hear but don't feel it ain't realest
Yah sweet meat in the in the village
Yeah I'm a diva done niva
Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze a wife beater
Yep I'm a top
I got the Martin King fever, ima feed yah
yah teacher need to preach yah
It's time to get
Black all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us
'Cause be our first 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 gotta keep yah on
(It's alright)
You ain't gotta cellular
(It's alright)
And yah dont spin
(It's alright)
And you gotta them jeans again
(It's alright)
Yeah if you tried oh
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef let's
(It's alright)

Hip hop wake 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 Anita Baker
I love Jacobs, but won't fix my place up
stay up, studio nice to cake up

Now check my flava, rich folks is now my
I got cable, and check out hot I made my
Hip hop don't stop be my
Like and Shaq if they left Lakers
And like a elevator DJ on a cross
Black black wake 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 gotta cellular phone
(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)
stop the beef let's sell
(It's alright)

I rims that don't listen and a boomin' system
piece of change I see I'm gon' get one
745 no to drive
I ain't even gotta home I to live in my ride, fuck it

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

I'ma be this way the cops come catch 'em
To sketch 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk
New Yorks infections till I got taught a
niggaz gone couple in correction
Hillary got ten, got 15 nigga even my kin
Got 5 years bringin' 19 in, I just think I used to think like
Now they gotta live through the that I send 'em in the pen
Hope you don't 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 gotta keep yah 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)
if you tried oh well
(It's alright)
MC's stop the beef sell
(It's alright)