Luyện nghe bài hát Salute Part Ii

"Yeah, they about 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 everybody on Earth rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big and big gats
You didn't whip it so pick up the pace
to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a that's laced
Primo's breaks, the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the spots
Near where niggas be slinging get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, the community
While corrupt cops, be you and me
me over, in front of the crib, in front 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 care what these 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) no this is war
Heavy artillery, in my
- change 5th line to: M.O.P.*

[Billy

Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I
As a soldier, I've a lot of shit
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 jump up in a
And travle miles of road to unload this
(And I) Notice when they glance
At the baby boy of and Frank Danze
I won't the blazin
But I will think about what size slug for the occasion
(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 is ready to shoot
For the of the First Family thugs, Salute!

[Lil'

Before you your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for hiphop and shit
Makin words at the same time 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 at a house party
I love rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother
if I'm gettin paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' the trade
I a mic, turn it out, bad
Even you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville (Signing out)
Act like you know I'm about, Salute!