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 I build'em like cathedrals
I used to do my in the back of the bodega with Abuela
up to get a Sega
I stayed up to tape
Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama"
Now I write
I literally came to bring the

And Hamilton's a monument to
I mix'em up a Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought
up in a big wok (whooo)
I better back up big talk

I'm workin' on projects
I'm writing a for the Rock next
You can that
I got now; And I got

I'm of surprises
it might a minute to digest
I'm gunning for Pulitzer
It's a bit of a
But I got a Grammy,
got a Tony,
got an Emmy,
Goddamnit,
somebody show me the way to the

But I digress...
Hamilton, God
Puerto Rico, I'll see all
at the Rodgers

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

Spitting bars harder than Joan of armor
Rosa Park's car
Bustin' out Farmer
Airborne Amelia Earheart walking tight ropes
Me and Pocahontas smallpox to white folks

Comin' out
Venus and Serena
On the screen I the queens
From to Latifah
Ain't I a woman like Sojourner I'm the
on the Bible:
Book of Esther; of Ruth

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

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

Left the asleep on syrupy medicine
And my start to swell
I should seek some
Three ounces in two cups
Take daily, duck twelve,
never enough
Incredible press to get'em to the pressure
on triggers for that's down to to erupt
call me
What you are foolin'
Could get unruly and the fuck up

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

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

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

Last time a checked there were rappers in line
for time to scream "I'm next!"
I walked right in the door marked
"Hamilton Stage"
Stayed
Playing these presidents
I'm my reparations. Digg.

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

When I was born was warned
that this shit I'm on might become the norm
I come through—Sun Tzu—when it to war
For one of mine I'll be taking one of yours

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

I seen it coming like a
So I just left the running
And for ya
Now it premonition, intuition, paranoia
But a lotta people are
Shit; I'm for ya.

I see the flag still gettin' swung
But we done turned the Motor into a junk yard
We keep ourselves
And playing the card
Can never end a with something
That's for a

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

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