Luyện nghe bài hát 1987

Acid-wash with the leather patches
the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
I could have worn the but I left it in the house

Now, my niggas, Duce and Wayne got gold with their names
With the on it, with the box link chain
I'm wearing my frames, they match my gear their tint
And you Lagerfields is the scent

Now, my nigga just got his jeep out the shop
Mint green sidekick, rag top
'Strictly Business' is the that we play
A Customer', the pick of the day

Now there's a nigga on the block, seen him before
Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that the law
But why on earth would this be on agenda?
As he slowly the window

"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, been you and more
I was the one bearing the of water
I rent the large upper room, furnished with of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever decrease"

Yo Ralph, is he to me?
"No I'm to the sea son's resurrected
I'm the of the day
I bring news the blues of the Caspian"

My man laughs, he's one them motherfuckers
the music back up 'cause I'm the E-Double
"Wait, but, but, but, but I know the of the sea
And waves as I will

you allow me to be at your service?"
My man Ralph is nervous, he
That this strange tongue
And maybe he's been that

pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats
Come on Jack, we don't have for your bullshit or playin'
a something' or another
"Wait isn't your mother?"

"I told you I know you, now me a moment"
At the gates of we stand
Ours is the that flowed from the palms of his hands
On the plow earth till I'm now

cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where run
And we run towards the light love on the winds
As is the science of the aroma of women

in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning
But I'm a of his sight, the wheels are spinning
Yo, see ya'll later on tonight

In the beginning her tears where the long rains
Of a parched village
Red dusted children shadows
In the newfound mound of mascara that her face

Reflected in the smogged glass of Carlos, east bodega
Learning to love, she had to cry
Seldom hearing the thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs
He was not honest, she was not

A great had sacrificed
The family's for God in the late 1800's
Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her
Which had led to her misinterpreting her own dreams

And later doubting them but the was young
She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and
Took mystery as her lover and light as her child

Man, that shit was wild, you have seen how they ran
She up in a alley with a gun in her hand
Tupac in lotus form minutes, blood on his
She woke up on a vessel, the behind her

The sun within her, water her
Mushed corn for dinner or was it
Her stomach turned as if a
She prayed the east and lay breathless

They threw her for dead
She swam and fled into the blue sea
La soh fa mi, re do, si
The seventh octave, I don't mean to you

Many of us have been to sing
And so we practice
Many of us born singing
And thus were born with

Mermaids, cooks and field
a nightsong by the forest
And the was the chorus
In Atlantis where they

Those thrown had overheard
The mystery of the
And understood down below
There would be no chains

They breath and name
And survived countless as
I'm the man
The clouds say storm is

A white was born, already running
And if you listen very close, hear a humming
the surface of our purpose lies
Rumors of man, dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky

The my mammy, the storm holds my eye
in westerlies
Robed by robes ol' man river my name
And the you were born is the reason that I came

Then she me in the face
And her get weak
Pulse rate descends, rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get

Pulse rates descends, rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get
Pulse rates descends, hearts increase
like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body

I'm as deadly as AIDS when time to rock a party
We all fades, fresh faded in ladidadi
And we rock the mic, we rock the mic
And when we the mic, we rock the mic

And we rock the mic, we rock the mic
But let's look feminine side, ignore the side
the feminine side, ignore the feminine side
Let's the feminine side, the feminine side

Let's the side
I presented my feminine with flowers
She cut the stems and placed them gently my throat
And these tu-lips might soon eclipse brightest hopes