Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, they talkin rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they about.
It's not college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."

Now on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold is spat
Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big
Word to Laze, big and big gats
You didn't whip it so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's
breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight
And brave cops, the community
While cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a and why you
my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug
I don't care what beats my do
sun you, plus I see right through
Its way it to me and M.O.P.
To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!

Holdin it
ass rappers
Dead
em
(Is this hiphop) Hell no is war
Heavy artillery, in my
*repeat - change 5th to: M.O.P.*

Danze]

Aiyyo, the game's called *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, I've done a lot of
To the so-called dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I of had to do the shit I had to do
It's true, I would up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they
At the boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug best for the
(It's so amazin) ???? pop
Like Windy till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is to shoot
For the love of the Family thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, this
M.O.P., Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop
Before I niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house
I love rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother
Only if I'm paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the
I snatch a mic, it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville (Signing out)
Act like you what I'm about, Salute!