Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

"The real, hip-hop"
"MCing, and from your own mind, ya know?"
"I, I guess now we should start the show"

the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by
You're in the Terrordome my man Chuck D said
time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up warranties
While real and DJ's are a minority
But about now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look like Dorothy
The horror be I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to collapse
So as I in the past, I whup ass
Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle
the world's revolvin, on it's axis
I come with mad love and plus the illest tactics
The is filled with this; so many people
searching for false lift, I'm with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the
Sort of like the master builder when I my way home
You my steez

"You my steez"
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"To the y'all"

The beat is sinister, makes you relax
I'm like the minister, I be lacin the wax
I be salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice that
Work through worldly problems, I got the power
the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap hour
It's often for one, to give advice
Than it is for a to run one's own life
That's why I be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to
No of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is like the plague
MC's up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness carrying my
The soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
("You my steez")
You know my

"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic"

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the yet
Some punks, paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the
juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles tangible, and image more real
For some time now, held the scrolls and manuscripts
When time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip, you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip the gifted prolific one
as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my di-dick?
My be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them are harrassable
For I be speaking my parables and carry you beyond
The either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab palm, no pulse you're gone
And if you thought we'd our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, neon
song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon
Fat beats, play on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez