Luyện nghe bài hát Olde English

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway
More shows get my up
Six deep, packed in a Ford
I toured the world but never been to Florida

They my shit, all winter
By the the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, sad
Hard to tell the difference like they Louis bags

I don't fuck with that industry
What I do fuck with is that dough
BMI, EMI, all that
A side deal who? Why not, where I sign at?

I to do unto others, this the difference
This year fuck things in my best interest
This the new, it's the old from way back
Click it or Ticket, man they forcin' us to stay

Act like you know, right now if not
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face
This time, made up my mind, on my
On some James Brown, it's the Big

by four, eight by eight
Twenty by bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I

Still away
Spit and put the cash away, to play
Mashin' my way through this
Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to on

lyrics, I give free of charge
Yeah, right, my daughters starve
me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Peoples crew

Four by four, eight by
by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and be like G's
Movin' on up George and Louise

On the low, in the cut, all my cheese
My folks, came up, in L.A. streets
I knock and I bump, like
They lock, up, for eight fifteens

is a method of truth
If you wanna proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'Ru is
Pure sunshine, just one rhyme

by four, eight by eight
Twenty by bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Dali
Now we rap Langston and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the

Now the swing numchuk style
I'm like Jim Kelly tellin' MC's duck down
Heavy artillery with the heavenly
And third strike energy, rockin' cleverly pitchin'

Valenzuela, original slangster
Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful
Call my travel agent, have her
South America, South Africa and Southeast

Then back to Mid-City we stack and get
In fact, barbecue and Hustle got 'gnac
The way I manhandle bully the track
Thank God, I never focused on hustlin'

Rakaa with that educated animal rap
I fight back and question when they handin' me scraps
In the fresh Denim jacket with the black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" on the back, yeah

by four, eight by eight
Twenty by bars, I demonstrate
by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I