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"

Who's the character strapped with the sounds profound
to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause MC's have up extended warranties
While real MC's and are a minority
But right now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost Dorothy
The horror be I return for my real people
Words that split wigs like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps pulled low, and slacks
all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I ass
Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and
And one-dimensional MC's handle that
While the world's revolvin, on it's
I come mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so many
searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills missed
The stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the builder when I make my way home
You my steez

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

The beat is sinister, Primo makes you
I'm like the minister, I be lacin the wax
I be bringin salvation through the way I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like
through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's 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 person to run one's own
That's why I be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let lines takes flight
The apparatus blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin like the
MC's lucked up and got paid but can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's gonna
Yo they must wanna fry, they touch the knowledge I personify
I through the darkness carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding the fort
("You my steez")
You my steez

"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 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, ain't all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin on the jet-set
juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, 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 with the
Got the lyrical full clip, you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the gifted one
Known as Bald 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 a friggin riot
unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are
For I be speaking from my parables and you beyond
The mic's either a magic
Or it gets tragic the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I your 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, bright, like neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like
Fat beats, play on, want dope rhymes, put me on
is bond you know my steez