Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

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

And Hamilton's a to hip-hop
I mix'em up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc
up in a big wok (whooo)
I back up that 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 a minute to digest
I'm for Pulitzer 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 Rodgers

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 are a mystery

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

out swinging
Like Venus and
On the I rep' the queens
From to Latifah
Ain't I a woman Sojourner I'm the Truth
on the Bible:
Book of Esther; of Ruth

the Railroad to a chariot with Harriet
And Marie brought some shit so hot we had to bury it
Get my golden lariat, I'm a Wonder gunnin' for it
And what you runnin'
You hear the thunder
coming
Shatter
Hurricaines on frame houses
the name's Renee you'll be the same
(b)plow in blouses!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black
Here the one in charge
A hundred 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 was warned
that prolific shit I'm on might become the norm
I come through—Sun Tzu—when it to war
For one of mine be taking every one of yours

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

I it coming like a clairvoyant
So I just left the meter
And for ya
Now call it premonition, intuition,
But a lotta are scared
Shit; I'm for ya.

I see the flag still gettin' swung
But we done turned the Motor City into a junk
We keep playing
And playing the card
Can end a search with something
That's for a

To up with the Joneses or the Kardashians
to be exposed like Ashley Madison
I'm like, is a re-run?
Oh that's happening
Somebody's 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 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 make new
And know what the truth is
Cause that's what Black from the Roots is: icon