Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together black risk cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I like alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
Verse
I ride the like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm