Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq when the in em
You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm out here in these streets, and I see these old
labels trying to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I ain't with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn