Luyện nghe bài hát 1-9-9-9

(featuring X & Talib Kweli)

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

Check it, it's like I'm for freedom, writin for freedom
These company niggas 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 rappers it's like I'm in the wit em
Molest concepts, start rhythm, dues, bought wisdom
As legends fall my godmother answer call
Preachers' daughters get in the reverand's hall
MC's reckless ?I ball? why wanna go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo, the name ain't the U-Ac
No mo', still
Like in the photo wit one nigga in the chair
Holdin in despair, gang signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is a glare
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 like chief up in this
Still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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[Sadat X]*in background sample*
it out, everyday ha yeah
This how we do it for y'all
Common Sense, Sadat X something in your ear
for you to grab
For the whole world, yaknowimsayin, but it free
a fee, check it out

You squirm wit this coughin, whippin
Six days of and you might throw me off
On this ball of stress that they call the earth
I'ma show y'all in just how much shit I been through
And all the place I went to, always the low
It's a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you
Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is you
Crash courses, slow you can't learn that quick
'cause I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, Chi to L-I
I thought knew, every year I grew, I'm still growin
And in a or two I hope my girl'll be showin
A seed, praise God I name him Moses
I lead I want him to, that's why I chose this
Now is the glass half-full or
Common, why they me?
The king of the simply, in mic
I always stay on top 'cause I give niggas what like
I know y'all hate why I feel I owe y'all everyday
If hear it a thousand times, it's gon' 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 main shoulder me remain sober
Token nigga, game's ain't no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm like a G-Child
Searchin for the in me, this style in me
release is like the piece that's 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
Tryin to get a chick to kick it wit me the tilt
her my Chamber's like Wilt
Built wit her for a sec, let her I had respect
Less a hour she was givin me neck, yo I'm still gettin mine...

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