Lyrics of Huang Xu's round 4

Hook

For my family For my people

For my lover For my angle

For my brother For my idol

For my twenty six 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

For my twenty six my life go to the round 4

Verse

It's the smell. Wait a minute

Let me finish this beat

Take it by surprise

Take you to heaven or hell

Your nobles are too kitsch

I keep my usual ruffian

If you die tomorrow

This song will accompany you to the next century

Who am I and who am I

Born naked

Why persist to bigotry

The persistence of no side loan

They were anxious and angry again

There is a devil in desire

My style is no longer defined to live with the melody

It's winter again. The air is not fresh. No one is around

The choice behind the X-ray makes reality seem more crazy

I have to seize the time and work harder to be the first

Cherish my today and continue to write more magnificent Poems

There are thousands of differences between people's pursuits

Selling body for Gucci, keeping chastity for love

Rich and empty, poor and humorous

It's round 4 about my life

I was born in a small place with only 5000 people

When I was a child, the only entertainment was rolling sand dunes and shooting baskets

My mother always encourages me to be ambitious

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

Time flies, time flies, I'm still talking about it

Clench one's teeth, no matter what else, like Xu santuo desperately

Too many fakes in charge of thinking poison to make quick money

Kill em all for hip hop

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

Young alcohol is corrupting your drugs

Tell me why

Conscience rap without packaging is banned by Cultural Bureau

Tell me why battle

I don't want to be famous overnight

No one knows how to respect peace and love

I still rap boom on the mic

Sharpen my mind to defend the real existence of the street

Hook

For my family For my people

For my lover For my angle

For my brother For my idol

For my twenty six 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