Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Indeed

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

The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred
Be about the it takes you to count a thousand dimes
It's all a hundred, like yards i'm scorin'
Like dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'
Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be
soup, we be that 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 Defari Herut, true lyrically
This (singing) combination
Firmly down firm ground for future generations
to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights
And just when you think that over we regenerate
Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere cable
watch these card table emcees fold

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

The skills i posess are never less real
My are concrete, plus hard like steel
My niggas know how i (what?)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic
They say hold it 'fari, hold it down
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm for another round"
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a
Me and the mic go like paper and ink, in perfect sync
every raw-deal beat
A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm track meets
The pilot, put the mic to the test
I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof

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

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

Ay yo, quench ya with this lyrical burst
In the form of a verse rehearse
Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad
with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced
rimmy-type be at the bar
I recollect, then i French connect Grand Moniar
Or Moniet, nigga Herut from LA
City of the Golden State, of the sunny days
Too many niggas actin' funny
Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin'
They rearrange they whole immagery, chemistry
Photography, they movie-make type,
Hey yo i'm not or startled
I roll the black John McClane and blast full throttle
With a of Hen i worldwind
Defari in this with fitness the very end
And even then begin again
A lyrical here to shine through the millenium

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

mixed with chorus till fade*