Luyện nghe bài hát Say

Damn, I hate it when it
Ever since I came in the
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas done
And started actin'
Even turning they backs
And backing lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
These mutherfuckas on the name
Wu-Tang, if is where the hip-hop is
lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to live they to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when death I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive, and just don't bump
niggas gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact they all been
And lost feel, fo' real

They've got so things to say right now
They've got so much to say
They've got so much things to say now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)

Damn, another artist again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the
See how niggas yo friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, underrate my pen
I got what it to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my
Watch 'em that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them
When wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or the cops want me
Shackled and locked the penalty box
And they waitin' for my shit to flop
They gettin' like hoes
they ass just to get my spot, come on man

They've got so much to say right now
They've got so things to say
They've got so much to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry that they have to
If I didn't my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so search and a new nerve
And here's three words: working mine
It take a lot to hurt my pride
Jerk my vibe more media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album feeling my style
This time my foot up in they ass but feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his in every track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack
It all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find reciting mines

got so much things to say right now
They've got so things to say
They've got so things to say right now (Yeah)
got so much things to say (Yo)