Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

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

And a monument to hip-hop
I up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought
up in a big wok (whooo)
I back up that big talk

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

I'm full of
it might a minute to digest
I'm gunning for Prizes
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, see all y'all
at the Richard

Mother of two One Life To Live
So jump on but I've got no fuck to give
I came to represent the ladies in our
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 with Amelia walking tight ropes
Me and Pocahontas givin' smallpox to folks

out swinging
Like and Serena
On the screen I the queens
Nefertiti to Latifah
Ain't I a woman like I'm the Truth
on the Bible:
Book of Esther; of Ruth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause ain't even trying bicker and blame
I feel the bigger the name the bigger the game
I spent long nights huntin' over a flickerin'
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 call it premonition, intuition,
But a lotta are scared
I'm scared for ya.

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

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

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