Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I bought that album man, it's man
I'm you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man,
I'm dead up, I'm serious,

I don't it man, the drums are too weak
I don't the snares
Coulda used a different of sample
wack man, yeah

Yo, that kid is wack, his wack
His group is wack, that's word, black
I'm detrimental, I hop up on instrumental
Smack your face with mitts, a pile of filled with grits

Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on ass
I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth, me Jimmy Steel
Don't freestyle, Bank, y'all keep it real
On Lollapalooza, their butts packed with Lugers

On tour dates, stashin' mad work in milk
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they
Some I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, your castle more roughed up

Pockets royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, sell your house's off the hill
I'm for real necks, payin' for my Ampex, yeah

It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)
the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

You got commercial records, no monies in your wack
You get jerked, my Master charge card's work
Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo'

School up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't at me, who's this kid, standin' next to me
I got versatile off shotgun WIC checks with me
Suckers I'm android, no time to feel

Blow out face, pull your skull back, now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised, on the subway
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from

That's Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut your weak tracks and vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, like gladiator, air central
You smokin' embalmin' fluid, elephants are

I got dreams to wear your parts off cash machine
That's in the window me bags, in the Wells Fargo
your incite, I'm high class, with appetite
You no comp, for pigs, I delete
style is neck bone, my cab rides by your street, yeah

It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)

I twist the bums out the project, elevator is out
wanna step to Phi B, big like the [unverified] family
Holdin' ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery, appeal

Follow through, easy for your rap crew
That's word, that kid you rapped, like BooBoo
Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin' to rap on
I cut fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound

B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your engineer, like Baskin-Rob's
You on the charts, just enough to Pop Tarts
Publishin' checks you off, you gets no respect

You gets to the Benz, cryin' loud with your WIC check
No sale retail, all direct sales
Yeah, it

It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)

the brother feelin' fly
(Brothers fly)
It's the brother fly
(Brothers fly)

Yeah, styles retarded
Brothers fly