Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ready

You, you, you
(You can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)

You, you, you
(You rappers can't be Fred)
A-a-and you it

This is a rap
And I'm the man at the podium
Keepin you and freakin
I came alive from the of streets, baddest beats
And bashed up a lotta to find my seat

So your chest, protect your head
If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you dead
I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin letter
To beat me, you got to a army or better

other rappers like Rhyme-O-Cop
This is a sport, it's called hip-hop
You suckers hang when I'm rhymin fast
Cause your mic doesn't have power to last

But when I slow it down to a speed
You catch a migraine headache and a nose
Whenever I break wild, you call
You try to me down, but your first mistake

I keep my eyes on a worthy opponent
Cause really be a trick to see em lose, won't it?
I keep myself ready and for all
I handle whatever call, too to fall

When you see Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the show's all over and the remains
In your brain and you walk sayin my rhyme
Feelin good like a man that don't eat

Fall at night, and you start to dream
If you was a rapper on the hip-hop scene
You'd be heavy on the neck, and your are fat
But a rap star's a bit more than that
You have to a listenin ear for new ideas

And your words fluent, so everythin's clear
The mumblin jumbo's a gimmick
That the devils make money off and can mimic
When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there
'Cause you wasn't ready, Freddie the Foxxx
I'm

Street rappers a style that they like a lot
When they that first record, their rhymes are hot
Not hot like you it on the radio all the time
But hot stolen rhymes

Whatever's in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine would happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you somethin you didn't write
If it belonged to Foxxx, you might have to fight

I throw and rights, left hooks and hay-makers
Only luck can the bone-breaker
You're in a vice grip, tight and squeezin
and cryin, beggin and pleadin

I'm and mystical, I want you to know
Cause when you up to come to a show
Don't wonder why thunder hit my
It's Freddie on a rappin' rage

I make rappers nervous, give em the jitters
em 'E' for effin' and I beat up the quitter
Hold my hand around his neck and I him by the hair
Karate-kick him like Mataka bear

Rappers boast and brag their lyrical skills
But they all shut the fuck up when I ill
Cause I take all races and house sexes
They got a to sweat the three X's
I'm