Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

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

"You my steez"
"Let em know, do your 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 that
through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the
I keep my soul tight and let these takes flight
The gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but still make the fuckin grade
How many times are gonna lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't the knowledge I personify
I through the darkness carrying my torch
The soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
("You my steez")
You know my

"Let em know, do thing 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 your 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
juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more
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, you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the all on my di-dick?
My be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm to start more than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them are harrassable
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you
The either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse gone
And if you we'd 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 on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez