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 y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in your
one:
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
that are masculine
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, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who don't a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, black risk your 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 like
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
to stony 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
three:
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wail from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open like on gym
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
Come from a tribe of
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm