Luyện nghe bài hát Musika

Yeah, uh, huh
Use your real eyes to these real lies
Yo Marley, let's hit 'em, up
I don't why these cats tryin to front

Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da
On the side I meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a
Master MC, challenge he, no nah
Let me get this-a, like vinegar

Kris is the hood of America, I stay of ya
What I spit will better ya, Me? No, never, nah
Way too clever for cats that want me to sever this
I'm whatever, hah

The opposite of a lie, many tried to get this guy
But the best can spit with this guy
It's the teacher, go on and him a try
I you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi

fly, without the flashyness my
Jewels is the that I apply, so I ask why
These Kentucky Fried Chicken promotin' breast and thighs
Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these real

Oye repeta
This for the hood, for the
Do the math loc or get
Huh, 'bout that

How can I get in the front if I ain't gettin in
That's why I spit what I want and credit to pun
Lies spread it to none, rely on heaven and
A nigga's what I'll never become

to be a [unverified], now I see my rhymes get applied
To a track two live nayendas
Marley, KRS cono dude well that it tres
a tape, no crosshairs, my aim is great

This the top 8 at 8, it's Hip-Hop 88
it wasn't all about guap' in a baby face
Back
How all them porque

Soy un ya boy, hundred percent loco see the toys
Can't win on the dog you need a lawyer
Use your real and realize
That real lies are upon us and stop gettin

Mira, Mira, the
Mira, see the teacher, he a tina rap eater
The teacher, a speaker
To stand next to the you must be next to BE leader

We free and we strive to be
The one that helps you to become a better you, your teacher
Through these lyrics I ya
The speaker, roof reacher, proofreader, meaner no one

We chosen, lyric
gun turned old gun
me? No son
Use your real eyes to realize real lies