Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

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

And Hamilton's a to hip-hop
I up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc 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 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 me the way to the Oscars

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

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

Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's
Driving Rosa car
Bustin' out Francis
Airborne with Earheart walking tight ropes
Me and Pocahontas givin' smallpox to white

Comin' out
Venus and Serena
On the I rep' the queens
Nefertiti to Latifah
Ain't I a woman Sojourner I'm the Truth
on the Bible:
Book of Book of Ruth

the Railroad to a chariot with Harriet
And Curie brought some shit so hot we had to bury it
Get my golden lariat, I'm a Wonder Woman for it
And what you runnin'
You the thunder rumbling
coming
Shatter
Hurricaines on frame houses
the name's 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 Hammer made hits and people fed
And fighting for fetti we the block with hammers and
headin' into the gritty and ready to 'til they dead

Left the city asleep on medicine
And my pockets start to
I should seek acetaminophine
Three in two styrofoam cups
twice daily, duck twelve,
It's enough
Incredible press to to lessen the pressure
on triggers for niggers that's to to erupt
call me
What you are foolin'
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 burners out
Start to
Question me if you y'all
I was up on the
a polyglot
Glutton a mollie popsicle
So sick at the club I just turn up at the

Ordering orderlies to the heat up four degrees
so I can take my shirt off and live out my California
Scribble Thug Life in ink
An umbilical minor clipping metaphysical link
to the pasttime

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

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

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

'Cause even trying [to] bicker and blame
I feel like the bigger the name the bigger the
I spent long nights huntin' over a flickerin'
this particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.

I seen it coming a clairvoyant
So I just left the meter
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 into a yard
We keep ourselves
And playing the card
Can end a search with something
for a thumpa

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

Look at me, I'm a six million 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 even worth loosies
A pair of wings, cigarettes, two juices
They make new
And know what the truth is
Cause that's what Black from the Roots is: icon