Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the suspicious character strapped the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by
You're in the Terrordome my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause have used up extended warranties
real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now, I use my
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like
The horror be when I return for my people
Words that split hittin like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap to near collapse
So as I in the past, I whup ass
lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC's can't that
While the revolvin, on it's axis
I come with mad love and plus the warlike tactics
The is filled with this; so many people
searching for lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The stone is now the cornerstone
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, Primo makes you
I'm the minister, when I be lacin the wax
I be bringin salvation through the way I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm like that
Work through worldly problems, I got the healing
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin power
at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be up in all the hype
I my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to
No more of the unpure I got the cure for mess
The wackness is spreadin like the
lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's gonna
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the I personify
I travel the darkness carrying my torch
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 thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic"

On the you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, ain't all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, something you can feel
more tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've held the and manuscripts
it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up the bullshit
Got the full clip, giving 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 style be wilder, than a pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are
For I be speaking from my and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic
Or it tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our in this rap shit you way wrong
I up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon
song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon
Fat beats, they on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you know my