Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Indeed

E: Hey Defari, what's goin' man?
D: Hey yo what's up
E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' chillin' man
sippin on somethin', tryin' to out why the fuck
everybody in is so confused these days, man
D: Man, brothers walkin' confused 'cause' they get so many
confusing
E: I know man, don't know which way to take this music, man
forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about
to let them know, now

The amount of time it me to write a hundred rhymes
Be the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes
It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm
Like hundred dollar bills I chill for cool storin'
Or storage, mad niggas rhymes be pourage
soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein
Uh, you clench ya' teeth
Hard work pays in ways, seven days a week
Hard beats, magnifique for the streets
And Herut, true lyrically complete
This (singing) perfect
Firmly holdin' down firm for future generations
Quick to lace 'em, these
And just when you think that over we regenerate
Like gamma, from scroll, we everywhere like cable
Steady watch these card table emcees

Yes indeed, has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true emcee
And now you wonder why most
*scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)

The skills i posess are never than real
My thoughts are concrete, plus hard steel
My niggas know how i (what?)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get on Technic wheels
say hold it down 'fari, hold it down
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for round"
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether a drink
Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in sync
With every beat
A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' meets
The fighter pilot, put the mic to the
I walk the streets without a or bulletproof vest

No stress hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the
(Repeat)

E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' man,
know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, beats
man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us today
is gonna' get us tomorrow, man,
man you kick some more shit, man fuck that
D: It over

Ay yo, ya thirst with this lyrical burst
In the of a verse i'll rehearse
Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad
Fuckin' the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced
star be at the bar
I recollect, i French connect with Grand Moniar
Or Moniet, this Herut from LA
City of the Golden State, land of the sunny
Too many actin' funny ways
Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with change
They rearrange they whole immagery, chemistry
Photography, they type, auto-biography
Hey yo i'm not impressed or
I with the black John McClane and blast full throttle
With a bottle of Hen i
in this with fitness until the very end
And even then begin again
A lyrical tri-athlete here to through the millenium

Yes indeed, hip-hop has through the century
Yet still i a true Likwit emcee
And now you why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the
(Repeat 3x)

*scratches mixed chorus till fade*