Luyện nghe bài hát 1-9-9-9

(featuring Sadat X & Kweli)

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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[Talib
Yo, just relax, take it slow down
I had this, I had this friend of
Who just, you know, he was too fast, yaknawimsayin?
I him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill
I said, I said still, I still, you gotta
Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly past you
No what go on I'm still gettin mine
No matter the year, no matter the place, no the time

Check it, like I'm fightin for freedom, writin for freedom
These record company I don't like when I see em
My ancestors, I'm writin I see em, and talk wit em
Hopin in the promise land I can wit em
Shitted on, so rappers it's like I'm in the stall wit em
Molest concepts, start rhythm, dues, bought wisdom
As legends fall my godmother answer call
Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's
MC's ?I ball? why y'all wanna go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo, the name ain't the U-Ac
No mo', together
in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair
Holdin in despair, gang signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is just a
Hold the mic like a
Niggas say I'm wit metaphors but these are similes
ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation
Sentences is life, I'm chief up in this demonstration
Still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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[Sadat X]*in background during
Check it out, ha yeah
This how we gon' do it for
Common Sense, Sadat X puttin something in ear
Something for you to
For the world, yaknowimsayin, but it ain't free
a fee, check it out

You squirm wit coughin, whippin cough
Six days of and you might throw me off
On this great ball of that they call the earth
I'ma show in rhyme just how much shit I been through
And all the place I went to, played the low
It's like a competition, this here I'm tellin you
Slip up and rhyme-ass here is fellin you
Crash courses, slow down you learn that quick
I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, from Chi to L-I
I y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growin
And in a year or two I my girl'll be showin
A male seed, God I name him Moses
I people I want him to, that's why I chose this
Now is the glass or half-empty
Common, why they me?
The king of the simply, in mic
I stay on top 'cause I give niggas what they like
I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe everyday
If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's be the same way
The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why
Now I'm a peaceful man, I want no stress
You I'm still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion
Angel on my shoulder tellin me remain sober
nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm like a G-Child
for the child in me, this style in me
This release is like the piece now in me
They to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the bal-cony
I put a hit on em, 'cause I'm the style-Nitty
Catch a flick at the Kitty
to get a chick to kick it wit me till the tilt
Told her my Chamber's Wilt
Built wit her for a sec, let her I had respect
Less than a hour she was givin me neck, yo I'm gettin mine...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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