Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
sense is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say signs of the end is
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice
Who don't give a fuck about mic and nice swords
Get up, together black risk cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, within the
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
Verse
I ride the like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside with 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 and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm