Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Your Own

1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain start to go
I'm seein' peoples in the lights turn to and that's for real, son
Cause when I'm comin' I never go
And rappers they be goin' in rever-sal
But me, what you know me, is goin' ahead
I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my style always approves
Let there, be to the end of every tunnel
Take a walk with me, and use your mind just a funnel
Your at the situation, MC's with symbolation,
Intoxication must be somethin' if keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could make me wanna or even forfeit
And if you wanna see Class, a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio, but this ain't the
But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's start the
And get it on, like Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one for ya mind

Many rappers be spittin' game think they sayin'
But when turn around all they see is people frontin'
Makin' music, think hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul, you can never your own

2]
When I be on the microphone I'm goin' off just the power
And plus I bring the beat that keeps your head bobbin' for
And now I, could take it to another
So keep on smellin', the got your body yellin' help
To the flashy rappers, or yet the actors
You can it what ya want just don't let it pass ya by
And Classified's over, kid
And that's the way goin' down and that's the way it is
So along, move aside, now rest assure
That every brother who can rap thinks all that but fall back
Cuz you be slippin' on the that I committed
And you did it you'd be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on, son you just a dreamer gone to
Mc's bowin' down on the rival on the
Take it as you want it, give it how you feel is
Talkin' at the them MC's tryna earn a mic

*Here I am 20 years old trying to it
Rippin' the microphone till I'm 60
I am 20 years old trying to make it
Here I am, I am, here I am.....*

3]
What would rappers try to do if they never heard a
Trying to be a story teller havin' no say like Helen
But I'm much weller, so when I what's goin in my mind
Take ya days, months, years that don't matter it's time
I'mma climb, the ladder of luck, for
So what's the deal, how you make me out to be a killa
The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, how I feel ya
So be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
Yeah, that's how I prove to be committed with my own words
Five years, payin' dues, never thought I would lose
But yo I never wanted so I lost
And if I'm down then I guess I paid the cost
Only time tell if I made it back
But four later kid I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm an addict I gotta get some more
But all you other rappers what the xxxx you many for