Luyện nghe bài hát When I Be on the Mic

Hardcore, real ill
Im internationally
I be on the mic

Hardcore, real ill
Im known, yo

Hardcore, ill niggas
Im internationally
I be on the mic

Hardcore, real ill
So all the honorable

Its to my ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty to make figures
My niggas, that come on the spot to feel
Like they hear real spitters and kids on the

When its ugly, the club is lovely
Thugs be sipping and bubbly
To my comrades that it flaming hot
On blocks, claiming spots

the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
Forty-five holders, one of the rollers
Get respect in the hood, is good
Knock it lumberjack style, baby, extra wood

it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
Keep hanging on, we it with the lights on
Dont have to twenty thou to get to know honeys style
Show her the town, steal her heart, no money

Hardcore, real ill
Im internationally
I be on the mic

How about some hardcore, yeah, we like it raw for
Broads on the floor, wall to
more at the door, players ball to score
Cause this right here is for all of

Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you bro
You go see a show, an' l, mean yo
And deejays hits with hard bass kicks
And then display tricks like the matrix

Make the fly undetected by the naked eye
So just feel the cause your ears never lie
Nowadays deejays of tricks, graphic
On some behind the back shit, catch it and it

Classic, this kid got his mastered
Hands is mad quick he mix with magic
Spin it back and forth and grab it and know just it is
it is

Hardcore, ill niggas
Im internationally
I be on the mic

To my elite peeps the murderous mystiques
I hit the streets with beats and they critique for
They be like, "How that kid ra reach the "
Pull out the heat and use my technique to

Its dangerous, sit calm and to kids
What part of the this is and foreign languages
They Ras events in different continents
Put my contents in monuments

In ghetto garments, I rock a like a pharaoh
Mind travel, style like apparel
My fashions long as a lifetime
I can see the future when the God write rhymes

Theyre mad 'cause I managed to so long
Like their chance to money done came and gone
is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
And the sisters that be keeping this when I be on the mic

Hardcore, ill niggas
Im known
I be on the mic