Luyện nghe bài hát Brief Description

[Sample: "Have you heard it? along.
If you didn't hear it you're gonna it right now."]

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would stay
High school
Some put their gang bangs on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The passion for the best
a quest for allies to rest

In the where heads
Is a hand full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs that may it
Guided by their envy insecurity and their
Separated by the gimmie technique
And a desire to be the tops week
I gotta floss the
talk is cheap
Even the kids can afford it
why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
Respect the
And make wishes on the stars born

Within the
Fact checkin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
the lines of paint on the concrete
They on Lake Street
To the way we close our eyes to
And drift through Space 9 type shit
To this
I've been around for as long as
I've to that not so fresh faze
And not so serious state but I've evolved
Metamorphed

I used to be young, dumb and of vision
Like it was rituals
I made decisions
I wanted to be a rapper renown
From to the Bronx
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
what I found
The abyss that sits the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even
some crews
Rocked talent at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record
I met a grip of people that was
Was with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We to make demos
We want to do shows and rock our own
Do our own
Fuckin' around with this kid
Nitwit
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The was urban
Wrecked
Made friends foes
Overall we made
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm off the people in my life that made me like this

the movement
Fact
Tryin' to completely avoid all of backsteppin'
From the of painted concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that short in your cross
I never got lost
For to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air like a
been to that not so fresh faze
And to not quite so serious state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it rings and I don't it
That's it no
No thirst to the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was and it grew
it sleep and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my
For the of em
I give them enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
arms patient charms
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do leave with this interest
In fact begin crave the business
me to the table
That's it no no less
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
Just I'm better than you
That's my mind
My take me into
I check one two
I some do get pissed
But were to inspire
Built the before I get tired
The ones that tare me down don't it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in head say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain up, what am I?
I am now 80 old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
test in order to find out really what I am. I don't care about FREEDOM? I
about rule, anymore. It is of no to me, as such, but I must
out what I am before I die."]