Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
South side of chicago, chicago check it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
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I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines embrace while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird said of my songs sound like noise
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my friends
I spend up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
Come a tribe of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
got my back 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
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm