Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Indeed

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

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

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

The skills i posess are less than real
My thoughts are concrete, plus like steel
My niggas how i feels (what?)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on wheels
They say it down 'fari, hold it down
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm for another round"
it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink
Me and the mic go together like and ink, in perfect sync
every raw-deal beat
A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track
The pilot, put the mic to the test
I walk the without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest

No stress indeed has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true emcee
And now you wonder why most
i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)

E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' man,
what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats
man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here
is get us over 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 emcee, got bad injuries
Fuckin' with the D-to
star be at the bar
I recollect, i French connect with Grand Moniar
Or Moniet, this nigga Herut LA
City of the Golden State, land of the sunny
Too many niggas funny ways
Money plays a big part suddenly mixed with jumpin' change
They rearrange they whole immagery, they
Photography, they type, auto-biography
Hey yo i'm not or startled
I roll with the black John McClane and blast throttle
With a bottle of Hen i
Defari in this fitness until the very end
And even then i'll begin
A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine the millenium

Yes indeed, has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why definately
i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat 3x)

*scratches mixed with till fade*