Luyện nghe bài hát That's What it Is

Ok... go... talk to em'... holler
Don't you get of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the time?
Why can't you shut the fuck up and nigga?!

Yeah... yeah... used to run around my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before had a green zone
What good is a good education no direction?
the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for
the crowd packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live and stealing and being reckless
It took for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind
Shed blood to it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the
Before some of you little learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by
I learned it by watching you, don't ever it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the do
They never on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core
Your wax is
Rappers are dropping like
Technological revolution... picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is it is now
Lyrical bullets, to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just,
Talk politics to the
Or what the market is
militant caucuses
That'll the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on
Hip Hop, reparations, now we back Delucci
Don't me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of on the outside, looking in
Wondering the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to it used to be
And this is your tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that let you breath
I'll make you die for I believe
So we got nothing in
There no comparison
You got beef niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European
Rapid Poverty pimps, and vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm and wiser
Poisonous words, find strychnine in my saliva

(motherfucka what?... it to 'em raw)

I told you what it was, but this is it is now
50 caliber bullets, I need a clip now
Fuck your private jet we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and the stock market dip down
I told you it was, but this is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I care about shit now
I the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
the ice caps, and make all of this shit brown

(No one out there can fuck me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I speak that shit)
(to the airwaves)
(I don't want to tell you again)