Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

Yo, niggaz want none of this
Niggaz know they can't fuck with
Turn this shit up just a more

I walk the night in rhymin' armor, bomb a nigga like a winter
Have him on Death Row searchin' for an scope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel had a baby someone else decapitated

Flashbacks of past raps me so glad I made it
Players is gettin' traded, I drop a gem off, who's style is jaded
My juice is grated shit is so niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with

Crews is gettin' split like decisions com let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or tel, I battle stars in
Regions, my thought was my like my offspring
Now, teethin'

My of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm the swine
Verbal vegetarian, beef with Ice Cube

Came in this rap life nude now I'm clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in
With classic material, and rugged like

Got mag but my a mic
You fake a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, don't even run for cover right

Downtown interracial lovers hold
I breathe heavy like an old man, a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go

Hold mics like a second nut the second comin'
Hummin' comin' towards you power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my and like a Ford, I'm explorin' you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I cordial

Flowin' room temperature, cats is presumed
Like golf soft Tiger Woods
And real angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with broads to set it

I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a
wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin' and less

A praise in hell, heaven
Like the on my pager leavens
What you should have from day one
You on day seven

Hungry hip hop in the city
Hungry hip hop in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the