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

"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 the minister, when I be lacin the wax
I be salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm like that
through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more
Stealing at least three of every rap radio hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the
I keep my tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and 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 but still can't make the fuckin grade
How times are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I
I travel the darkness carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding the fort
("You my steez")
You my steez

"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 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"

On the microphone you that I'm one of the best yet
punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the
juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image real
For some time now, I've the scrolls and manuscripts
When time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up the bullshit
Got the lyrical clip, giving 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 style be wilder, than a pilot
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 you beyond
The mic's either a wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear
Then I grab your palm, no you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like
Fat beats, they on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you know my