Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on track
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your get set, out of sight out of mind

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, hook lines and chorus'
Days full of got issues and wishes
Got the jam but paid up off the misses

Ain't wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B strangler noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a switch
They psych it, I put the roof up on top of bitch
Guess what like Tony
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

Lord save us from that sword of Davis kidnap
Hip hop and the beats in the game of rap
Put my in it, careless about the gold in it
Boom the shotty, got 'em from the Paparazzi

dodi, when the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you it's Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to you

Yo, it's going down baby, going down family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn this
To the two and three zeros, you what I'm sayin'
Have all the goin' backwards

Have goin' haywire
You laughed let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
Word to bird, to bird nigga

One on one, hard tarot cards
Behold the one man million man
a nation, 400 year violation
Apocalyptic no in this happy hour

Hazardous, no you don't like
black baby, where my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these cats

One step two steps back
habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of
And get mental, pop the tape track Lincoln Continental

I'm the mouth roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk live and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' from the
You know the suckers be hidden

Intense, your block with some sense
PE got jewels than dead presidents
The devil try to get me cross like a
But I'm focused on the vultures like a local

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with I'll bring a new Saigon
nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy

Yeah, that's right, nine eight no
We coming out
And for all y'all that's been on us
You're lacking, lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you done son
Ball 'em with the back of the gun son, 'em run son

Sliding broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

But also
For those who are to righteousness
I to stay alive and live this
Many fell victim to the

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pours
Or the of my brother that hurts just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
Moods are baffles and eludes
who label the God as anti-social
Chose not to their third eye
I travel at the speed of rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

And you can take that and put
On the of your brain son
Coming to you from Masta Killa
nottin' iller

I told you PE is still in effect
the year 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and need to know that
To make head fat boy

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