Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

Lin-Miranda
Have you not what we can do?
I write shows stacked with black and Rican dudes
I ride slow to avoid procedurals
We write slow because I build'em cathedrals
I to do my homework in the back of the bodega with Abuela
up to get a Sega
I stayed up late to
John "Spic-O-Rama"
Now I plays
I came to bring the drama

And Hamilton's a monument to
I mix'em up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc
up in a big wok (whooo)
I better back up that big

I'm workin' on various
I'm writing a song for the Rock
You can that
I got And I got next

I'm full of
it take a minute to digest
I'm gunning for Prizes
a bit of a process
But I got a Grammy,
got a Tony,
got an Emmy,
Goddamnit,
somebody me the way to the Oscars

But I digress...
Hamilton, God
Puerto Rico, see all y'all
at the Richard

Mother of two One Life To Live
So I'll jump on but I've got no fuck to
I came to the ladies in our history
we the founding fathers but the mothers are a mystery

bars harder than Joan of Arc's armor
Driving Park's car
Bustin' out Francis
Airborne with Amelia Earheart walking tight
Me and Pocahontas smallpox to white folks

Comin' out
Like Venus and
On the screen I the queens
From Nefertiti to
I a woman like Sojourner I'm the Truth
Hand on the
of Esther; Book of Ruth

Upgraded the to a chariot with Harriet
And Marie Curie some shit so hot we had to bury it
Get my lariat, I'm a Wonder Woman gunnin' for it
And what you runnin'
You the thunder rumbling
coming
Shatter
on wood frame houses
the name's you'll never be the same
(b)plow in blouses!

Hittin' the block like a hitting the nail on the head
and come from a city where Hammer hits and kept people fed
And fighting for fetti we hitting the block hammers and
headin' into the gritty and ready to [Gattakakak] they dead

Left the asleep on syrupy medicine
And my pockets start to
I should some acetaminophine
Three in two styrofoam cups
twice daily, duck twelve,
It's enough
Incredible to get'em to lessen the pressure
on triggers for that's down to to erupt
me Vesuvius
What you are foolin'
get unruly and blow the fuck up

I'm a cut an upper cut away
They "finish him"
Kombat
on Rap

Diminishing returns make the come out
to wave
Question me if you y'all
I was up on the
a polyglot
Glutton sucking a mollie
So sick at the I just turn up at the hospital

Ordering orderlies to turn the heat up four
so I can take my shirt off and out my California Dreams
Scribble Thug in invisible ink
An umbilical minor clipping metaphysical link
to the Pyrex

Last time a checked there hella rappers in line
for their time to "I'm next!"
I just walked right in the marked
"Hamilton Stage"
Stayed
these dead presidents
I'm my reparations. Digg.

Black
Here comes the one in
A bars to get everybody up in arms
When other artists all froze like a gun was
I turned to a new black like the orange

When I was everyone was warned
this prolific shit I'm on might become the norm
I through—Sun Tzu—when it comes to war
For one of I'll be taking every one of yours

ain't even trying [to] bicker and blame
I feel like the bigger the the bigger the game
I spent nights huntin' over a flickerin' flame
perfecting this slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.

I it coming like a clairvoyant
So I just left the meter
And for ya
Now call it premonition, intuition,
But a lotta are scared
Shit; I'm for ya.

I see the flag still gettin' hard
But we turned the Motor City into a junk yard
We keep ourselves
And playing the card
Can never end a with something
for a thumpa

To keep up with the or the Kardashians
Only to be exposed like Ashley
I'm like, is a re-run?
Oh that's happening
Somebody's probably gone be comin at African

Look at me, I'm a six million dollar man as a rap god
my religion, get baptized
Too many of us bit the dust for and crust
In God We
Now for us
Here where life ain't even worth three
A of chicken wings, cigarettes, two juices
They make new
And everybody know the truth is
Cause that's what Black Thought from the Roots is: