Luyện nghe bài hát Zone For President

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Here comes the
Up the Ave. rollin' in his pimp
Look at him, wave
While I that Trick Daddy

Prank-callin' Funkmaster to get a playback
Fuck CD's, year, I'm doin' 8-tracks
on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype can't pimp me off the scene

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old
The only label with the phone and fax on the same
I no CEO, just a gift for rap
My cheapskate behavior keeps me from rap

'Cause when I'm trickin' at the bar, I came in with a
Called you distance, I was bonin' cell service
hella nervous when I take 'em to eat
'Cause I'm out the door when they the receipt

You me, you wish dishes for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
Even when I beat-make the bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the dollar bill, it's all about the
runnin' up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdue

So I got a fee style you smoke a bone or two
She don't like me, I'm here to like stretch marks
Horny, me in the key of f sharp
mad at the Zone because he's on that shit

But she's totally, on his dick
yeah, baby, Zone Mission Part V
I return, you how we do
We do no hooks

Yo, what I of that kid's record?
Yo, I thought that was bullshit
You what I'm sayin'?
I'm bein' up honest, I ain't lyin'

I ain't got no time to with y'all
But I get somethin' off my chest right now
I you to pay very careful attention
To what I'm say

Internet rappers blow me, for a beat tape
Cough it up, you know me
You went platinum in a chat
Write, and send
I hope hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I rappin' since '81, nobody cares
Talkin' belt buckles nobody wears
Try to hip-hop, what are you insane?
I just play my part 'cause a damn thing changed

Still my herbs get the pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone's still zonin' while fools get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', still for your daughter
Step to chicks and lose 'cause my game is out of order

I be like, yo baby, yo baby, 10 years behind
So I still do the runnin' man to keep up with the
Still playin' Hunt, [unverified] with the temptation
To spray my ex with gats filled up with bleach, ho

Still can't pop-lock, still can't write
five-O still ain't shit [unverified]
I still hate choruses, I sleep through
scopin' Lucy Liu workin' off the books

Still doin' but wind up gettin' kicked out
Feminists are mad 'cause I called dumb bitch out
hate rubbers 'cause I bone and feel nothin'
2000 somethin' suckers still frontin', frontin',

Keep on
'Cause you're the only man around here who's anythin'
I'd rather not vote at all than vote for crook
Hey, you know I am votin' for jive-ass nigga
You right, damn right, damn right

I got a little message for all them cats out
Makin' 90000 a year
Still download my shit off the net
Instead of buyin' the CD, you bastards
Fuck y'all,

To all the people come to my shows
Who wanna turn the off
'Cause they got mad a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there that's a of sperm
Your father shoulda pulled out
Fuck
I hope you die and go to hell, you son of a bitch