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 friend of mine
Who just, you know, he was movin too fast,
I told him to slow down, he the sun don't chill
I said, I said still, I still, you gotta
appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you
No what go on I'm still gettin mine
No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the

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
in the promise land I can walk wit em
Shitted on, so many it's like I'm in the stall wit em
Molest concepts, rhythm, paid dues, bought wisdom
As legends fall my answer heaven's call
Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's
MC's reckless ?I ball? why y'all go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo, the name ain't the U-Ac
No mo', together
Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the
Holdin liquor in despair, gang in the air
I shine in where time is just a glare
the mic like a memory
Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are
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 sample*
Check it out, ha yeah
how we gon' do it for y'all
Common Sense, X puttin something in your ear
for you to grab
For the whole world, yaknowimsayin, but it ain't
a fee, check it out

You squirm wit this coughin, cough
Six days of madness and you throw me off
On great ball of stress 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, mission here I'm tellin you
Slip up and rhyme-ass here is fellin you
Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that
'cause I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, Chi to L-I
I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still
And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be
A male seed, praise God I 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 always stay on top I give niggas what they like
I y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday
If y'all it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way
The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why
Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't no stress
You I'm still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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Yo yo, get Range Rovers, some religion change-over
Angel on my main shoulder tellin me remain
Token nigga, game's over no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm like a G-Child
for the child in me, this style in me
This is like the piece that's now in me
They tried to 'sassinate me god, Martin on the bal-cony
I put a hit on em, 'cause I'm the style-Nitty
Catch a at the Liquid Kitty
Tryin to get a chick to it wit me till the tilt
Told her my like Wilt
wit her for a sec, let her know I had respect
Less than a hour she was me neck, yo I'm still gettin mine...

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