Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the
clear shit! all my want my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique i speak that you notice
cause it's of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to beat!
i can't stand still, it's trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped known any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what happen if bush rapped
i bully these so bad lyrically
it ain't funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you pay me enough for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you need a fag to and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the game in a
twenty million all independently,
so you mention me
make sure you got together 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't have no
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me
i caught her the christmas tree.
hov ain't have no pops
thank god, man, i had the
ya'll hear me
you young fucks got the game all
this is my life, man, this no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-ass room, pullin' the out
and the mirror at your reflection, killing yourself
you american pie, stop yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm twenty years of
the of adolescent leaves my body now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is celebrated i made it
one quarter life some god-ly like thing created
got rhymes 365 days annual some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money
go against the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i used to do my thing
foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' blunts with
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run
is or doin years in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck
that that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, loose cracks stacks
i cooked up and cut pieces to get my loot back
time is keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic that your whole cabbage!