Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

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

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

The is sinister, Primo makes you relax
I'm like the minister, I be lacin the wax
I be bringin salvation the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice that
Work worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the within my reach, I'm feelin more power
at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a to run one's own life
why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes
The apparatus blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this
The wackness is spreadin like the
MC's lucked up and got but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I
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 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
Some punks, ain't all of their debts yet
to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin death threats
Big deal, En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the
Got the lyrical clip, giving you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the gifted one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a riot
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you
The mic's either a wand
Or it gets tragic like the of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no you're gone
And if you thought lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez