Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I neva on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement,
Fuckin' out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the out,
I'm taking out these so called niggas,
Takin' pictures, clothes for small figures,
And I took another fuckin' MC's shit,
And made it my single, fuck a hit,
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got damage,
But, I don't give a cause I still manage,
To to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no foolish,
To the studio gangsta the articals,
In magizines with the bitch editors,
it real in the game,
got no shame,
Now all the want all the fame,
Based on the videos, a gang of silly hoes,
For the fuck-em indistry that's all ya dough,
I stole it, stole it all,
hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools me to fall,
I cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, I they front,
Cause afta they shows want me to smoke a blunt,
I respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
Cause me I the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the run a check,
Cause you get checked fucked off, no respect,