Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the profound
Similar to rounds by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D
time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's used up extended warranties
While MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost Dorothy
The horror be when I return for my real
Words that split hittin like some double Desert Eagles
caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, Premier's tracks
Severe have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I in the past, I whup ass
Droppin that be hotter than sex and candlewax
And MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin, on it's
I come with mad love and the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so many
searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've
The stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way
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 you relax
I'm the minister, when I be lacin the wax
I be bringin through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like
Work through problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealing at least three minutes of rap radio hour
often easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run own life
That's why I be caught 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 I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin like the
lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel the darkness carrying my torch
The soldier, when I'm holding down 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 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..."
"Let em know, do thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic"

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the yet
punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin on the jet-set
With juvenile makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image real
For time now, I've held the scrolls 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 lyrical full clip, giving you a asswhip
trip it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze
Don't try it, I'm about to start than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are
For I be from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's a magic wand
Or it tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're
And if you thought we'd our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon
song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon
Fat beats, play on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez