Luyện nghe bài hát Breakthrough

Knuckleheads spreadin' all over town
Every time I drive by you're just around
Hundred-bottles in pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I in the place
I take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
I guess the and the bullshit is the price of fame

Movies, records, goin' on
people hip-hoppin' on the floor
Whole body-rockin', and everything's chill
Get back to New York, and the act ill
See, I fought the devil, made a promise to God
I have in goin' all the way to the top
harder harder than hard all the suckers are barred
You used to try to down now your ego is scarred

See the problem is you want what man has
His car, his wife, or his
But that's weak, you gotta do work on own
'Cuz when you're rich you got friends but you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your
Stop livin' off your parents like you're years old
Instead of walkin' like limp and talkin' yang about me
Why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a degree?

Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to carefree
my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when ask you what you did with your life
say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a
And every day you're being overpowered by my
Too much to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my

I'm stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
I'm the of the show, so it's up to me to lead
I'ma lead you away from and petty crime
you away from wack beats and rhyme
Lead you to ticket line
So you can come in my show and watch the stars
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna the young
The man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung

Not that I him, it's just he didn't wanna trust
The of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach ear
Don't try to say you can't hear 'cause the are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks and I bury the rest
You better up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
'Cuz tonight's the night we see the big fight
Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go

E-Love drives a tank, strong like a truck
If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a
L.L. J is on the microphone
Tellin' all you punk "Leave me the hell alone"
'Cuz I'm X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no special
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to Queens

'Cuz that's where I live, and this is I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into
They run, they frightened, hide from King Titan
Like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when bitin'
Here I am, the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
It goes and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and song fans
All you petty MC's in the of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you wanna squawk

Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't
Dogged-out Pumas you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember skeezer
I'm than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I in the park
And I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after
So don't never ever mess the king of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the baddest