Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

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

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

I'm full of
it might take a minute to
I'm gunning for Prizes
It's a bit of a
But I got a Grammy,
got a Tony,
got an Emmy,
Goddamnit,
show me the way to the Oscars

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 got no fuck to give
I came to represent the in our history
we know the fathers but the mothers are a mystery

Spitting bars harder Joan of Arc's armor
Driving Park's car
out Francis Farmer
Airborne with Amelia Earheart tight ropes
Me and Pocahontas givin' to white folks

Comin' out
Like and Serena
On the screen I the queens
Nefertiti 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 Harriet
And Marie Curie brought some shit so hot we had to it
Get my golden lariat, I'm a Woman gunnin' for it
And you runnin' from
You the thunder rumbling
Something's
y'all
Hurricaines on wood frame
the name's you'll never be the same
(b)plow in blouses!

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

Left the city on syrupy medicine
And my pockets start to
I seek some acetaminophine
Three ounces in two cups
Take daily, duck twelve,
never enough
Incredible press to get'em to lessen the
on triggers for that's down to to erupt
call me
you are foolin' with
Could get unruly and blow the up

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

Diminishing make the burners come out
to wave
Question me if you wanna
I was up on the
Playing a
sucking a mollie popsicle
So sick at the club I just up at the hospital

Ordering orderlies to turn the 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 checked there hella rappers in line
for their time to "I'm next!"
I just walked right in the door
"Hamilton Stage"
Stayed
Playing these dead
I'm my reparations. Digg.

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

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

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

I see the flag still gettin' swung
But we done turned the Motor City into a yard
We playing ourselves
And the Trump card
Can never end a search with
for a thumpa

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

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