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"

the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to spit by Derringers
You're in the like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause MC's have used up extended
While real MC's and DJ's are a
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 that split wigs hittin some double Desert Eagles
Sportin pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's
Severe facts have this 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 that
the world's revolvin, on it's axis
I come with mad and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled this; so many people
searching for false lift, I'm here with the you've missed
The rejected is now the cornerstone
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 is sinister, Primo makes you relax
I'm like the minister, when I be the wax
I be bringin salvation the way that 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 rap radio hour
It's often for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run own life
That's why I can't be up in all the hype
I keep my soul and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this
The wackness is spreadin the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but still make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness 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 microphone you know I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, ain't paid all of their yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and more real
For some now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's 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 it's the prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my
My style be wilder, than a pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start than a friggin riot
unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo
Them are harrassable
For I be speaking from my parables and you beyond
The either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, bright, like neon
song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, want rhymes, put me on
is bond you know my steez