Luyện nghe bài hát The Beat Change

Somebody went in the Billboard, it was a X, but it was Mia
boys ran to me in the local pizzeria
He said, "You and Haji man y'all hot to death
Can save what's left, or at least make a claim?"

Shorty remind me of myself when I in this game
And years I'm basically the same, as are my brothers
I'm the eight track flashback before the of crack
Is it real or an act, fuck it, let's the kids

Yeah, you all war, why you tryin' to die for?
Yeah, them real raw but you sleepin' on the floor
Yeah, I walk through the with my man Spark and Allie
Days of money, in Harlem '85
the Captain's hats, and my father's old guns

Before I had a daughter, and before had sons
I the hypnotizer, style's a tranquilizer
Got you feelin' all loose, up the goose
The great Datty X and I'm to say
You can always me around the way

Uh, I be that kid the dreads that remember
When I hid from the Feds, plus I always did what I
I was gonna do, talk shit, right in of you
forfeit, on top, we do it non stop

Remember when we let the bomb
With more than a pawn shop from the school
Of the knocks, straight off the now rule block
Powerful aftershocks with the strength of master

We got you in a paradox, between a and a hard place
We got the hard
And gon' get a taste, get your plate
we had to let it marinate, now we straight, uh

Five mics is how we rate, with us
And stand amongst the likes of the great
Cats, try they to decipher the tape
What we manifest still blessed in every state

Hey, listen here dog a keep it spicy hot
Rhyme flow straighter than six o'clock
Hustle rhymes like a nigga hustle shit on the
The is work and got a 4.6 in the lot

I hustle knowledge, charge tuition a college
My wisdom me down in town like Jackie Brown
I teach dangerous minds, like that Michelle Pfeffeir
That's why the check got at least 6 cypher

My Cypher Born, I ain't no helpless type nigga
Like a gat without a trigga I got the figure to make
For years I've been doin' this I do
Since Ralph video show was on channel U

31, vice grip channel changer son
The was the banger, came in clear with a hanger
Top notch watch the God get it flamin'
with the verbal, drop top twin turbo
Blazin' for the year, build to 2 G's

Flow these, help the God stack cheese
Jet-Ski, trunk with TV's
Sittin' under tropic trees with teas
Mind stay positive black,
to grab the top dollar, pull than the Rottweiler