Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Hype

Testin', testin',
You can hear me, what what
Testin', testin',
You can hear me, what what?
Mic, , check, check check
You can me?
I'm enough?
Mic mic, microphone, check,
Can you me?

Yikes, you what I like?
I keep it hype, the words I write
I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

Yikes, you know I like?
I keep it hype, the that I write
I rock the whole crowd, I need a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

People say nigga crazy, I'm throwin' off, I raise my voice up then, go off
The king of different, Titan of chantin' louder than
A hundred clappin' keep them fuckin' speakers crackin'
Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't it ragged
Vocals that'll blow horns your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the
Bling comin' through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin' this loud ass

Yikes, you know I like?
I keep it hype, the that I write
I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic
I say my loud, with all of my might

Yikes, You know I like?
I keep it hype, the that I write
I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic
I say my loud, with all of my might

The slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin' since an infant
Gotta make sure hear me 'cause I wants my attention
Disturb the class, so I in detention
Couldn't when I was talkin' so they sent me to the office
The say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what's name?" "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you'd be interested in our school choir?"

Said, "Nah, for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," While you roll, here I boy
I holla, but I gotta try
Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no!
That ain't gonna cut it, ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try mathematic"
But I'm too so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin' than I did when I was

Yikes! ain't workin' so I'm leavin'
The very day I was in R O T C
Had no problems soundin' off I had a pair, three four
But I just ain't like them tight ass pants that I had to wear
All this time inside, made me tired, on top of
One of my teachers wanna see my ass
I went to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher about eight fine broads

I said, "You for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud"
She said, "Damn, we need you on our cheerleadin' squad"
Hell no, ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled the F letter
Go, team, fight, win
Nah this shit ain't cool, fuck teachers and this school
I gotta loud mouth but I don't know to use it for
'Til they told me that was gon' put me in the talent show

Yikes, you know I like?
I keep it hype, the words that I
I rock the whole crowd, I need a mic
I say my rhyme loud, with all of my

Yikes, you what I like?
I it hype, the words that I write
I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic
I say my loud, with all of my might

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