Luyện nghe bài hát Kamikaze

Outside of me, you try to me
Young and black, ain't no mystery
But runs deep like an ocean
You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow

I'm tryin' like hell to get some
But you can bet ass that it's difficult
They try to keep it down I talk to a beat
In other because I try to teach

But if I talk yang-yang shit
Like you can't touch this, shit'll hit
Don't we have any morals
Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin'

Well if it did, hardcore's to claim it
take it, change it, fuck it, rename it
I got the plan, now make it effective
You hip-hoppers, you got to be

And stop lettin' that bullshit for rap
Can't you see that a brainwash trap?
I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and
You liked that shit, you rock the fuckin' clock

But I talk of education, you fear that
Drugs and such, you wanna hear that
First I you, now I teach you
you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you

To the pot of gold, the rainbow
Lyte'll guide you, I the way to go
So just close your eyes and take my hand
MC Lyte has the master plan
We can go thick, in a
You said nuttin' slick, I'm goin' kamikaze

Inside of me, you try to me
Can you detect, can you see I'm
Well, usually Lyte don't get
But when I see wack shit gettin' pressed I get

Turn on the video, what's this
A to rap and I'm not impressed
So just leave, get out my
You sucker, you fuckin', no name

Takin' up my airtime, with that whack
Full of, full of rhyme
So step off or get stepped upon
Because my they spray like D-Con 4
Do you more?

'Cause I any emcee
That wanna with me
So yo, your bags, and skedaddle
Just walk, 'cause you don't wanna

I got the that'll get rid of wack emcees
called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin' on your knees
So quit takin' up on the CD rack
You better prepare, 'cause Lyte gives no

of me, dwells a hundred maniacs
Waitin' for the kickoff, for attack
Who gives a fuck? Bring posse
'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is kamikaze

Inside, no flipside
Outside more than meets the eye
So now you know not because you're
But I told you so, I never fess

Everyone to rap, what's this a wagon?
Bring band and hop and start draggin'
All you rappers, fuckin' impersonators
I'll rap now and learn how to rap later

No time for that, is too short
And the rappin' gift it cannot be
A solo artist? You be
Maybe you'll look better with a

But all that you're talkin', you ain't shit
So why you you at? I think you oughta quit
don't matter in the 90's
Here's a warning, Lyte is goin'