Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Hip-Hop

I rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to 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,
pictures, modeling 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, I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these in the record indistry,
out for the fame,
I just sit and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go in flames , in the big game,

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