Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago check it
It's like y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together 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 stickers on they ass
I rule around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I like alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a bike
When in dim
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
Words of wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
hook with skins my friends like
I nights 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 the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
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
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm