Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

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

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

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

young hov got the in a frenzy
twenty million all independently,
so you mention me
make sure you got together 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i out, i ain't have no chimney
my ma was claus, well, at least she pretended to be
one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct
i caught her under the tree.
young hov ain't have no
thank god, man, i had the
hear me though
you young fucks got the game all
is my life, man, this ain't no song!
you ain't livin' your out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-ass room, pullin' the out
and the pointin' 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 essence of adolescent leaves my now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is celebrated cause i it
one quarter through life some like thing created
got 365 days annual plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my vein money maintain
go against the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they they jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my quick
and got my first piece of ass smokin' blunts with
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run
is rich or doin in the hundreds
i my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
that buck that bought a could've struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut pieces to get my loot back
time is illmatic keep like wool fabric
pack a four-matic crack your whole cabbage!