Lyrics of the fourth round by Huang Xu

For my family

For my people

For my lover

For my angle

For my brother

For my idol

My life go to the round 4

For my family

For my people

For my lover

For my angle

For my brother

For my idol

My life go to the round

It's the smell

Just a minute

Let me finish this beat

by surprise

full throttle

Take you to heaven or hell

Your noble

Too kitsch

I keep my usual ruffian

If you die tomorrow

This song will accompany you to the next century

Who am I

Who is me

Born naked

Why persist to bigotry

Perseverance without side loan

They were anxious and angry again

There is a devil in desire

My style is no longer defined

Live with the melody

It's winter again

The air is not fresh

No one's around

The choice behind X-ray

Make reality seem more crazy

I have to hurry up

Work harder to be the first

Cherish my today more

Continue to write more magnificent Poems

Between man and man

Thousands of differences

Sell your body for Gucci

Keep chastity for love

The emptiness of money

Poor humor

It's Round 4 about my life

A new understanding of life

I was born in a small place with only 5000 people

Childhood Entertainment

It's just dunes and baskets

My mother is always encouraging me

A good man is ambitious

I said, mom, I want to show you the sunshine in Beijing

Time flies

Every year is like a song

I'm still talking

Clench your teeth and do nothing else

Like the desperate Xu Sanduo

Too many fakes

Thinking poison

Make fast money

I'll spread the positive energy

Tell me why

Now?

Nine times out of ten, it's all the rage

Promoting alcohol

It's corrupting your youth

Tell me why

The puppet of culture

Make a lot of cash

Conscience rap without packaging

But it's been fucked**

Tell me why

Battle becomes a dirty word game

I don't want to be famous overnight

No one knows how to respect peace and love

I still rap

Boom on the mic

The trap of the sun

Make my mind sharper

Defending the real existence of the street

For my family

For my people

For my lover

For my angle

For my brother

For my idol

My life go to the round 4

For my family,

For my people

For my lover

For my angle

For my brother

For my idol

A poet's microphone can never rust