Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

Lin-Miranda
Have you not seen we can do?
I write shows stacked with black and Puerto Rican
I ride slow to avoid procedurals
We write slow because I like cathedrals
I used to do my homework in the back of the bodega Abuela
up to get a Sega
I stayed up to tape
Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama"
Now I write
I literally to bring the drama

And Hamilton's a to hip-hop
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 various
I'm writing a for the Rock next
You can google
I got And I got next

I'm full of
it might take a 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 show me the way to the

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

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

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

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

Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot with
And Curie brought 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 hear the thunder
coming
Shatter
Hurricaines on wood houses
the Renee you'll never be the same
(b)plow in blouses!

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

Left the city on syrupy medicine
And my pockets to swell
I should some acetaminophine
ounces in two styrofoam cups
Take daily, duck twelve,
never enough
Incredible press to to lessen the pressure
on triggers for niggers that's to to erupt
me Vesuvius
What you are with
Could get unruly and the fuck up

I'm a cut above an cut away
screamin' "finish him"
Immortal
on Rap

Diminishing returns make the come out
Start to
me if you wanna y'all
I was up on the
Playing a
Glutton sucking a mollie
So sick at the club I turn up at the hospital

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

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

Thought:
Here the one in charge
A bars to get everybody up in arms
When other all froze like a gun was drawn
I turned to a new black like the orange

When I was born everyone was
that this prolific shit I'm on become the norm
I come through—Sun it comes to war
For one of mine be taking every one of yours

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

I seen it like a clairvoyant
So I left the meter running
And for ya
Now it premonition, intuition, paranoia
But a lotta are scared
I'm scared for ya.

I see the still gettin' swung hard
But we done turned the Motor City a junk yard
We keep ourselves
And the Trump card
Can never end a search something
That's for a

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

Look at me, I'm a six dollar man dressed as a rap god
my religion, get baptized
Too many of us bit the for crumbs and crust
In God We
Now for us
Here where life even worth three loosies
A pair of wings, cigarettes, two juices
They new nooses
And everybody know the truth is
Cause what Black Thought from the Roots is: icon