Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

Lin-Miranda
you not seen what we can do?
I write shows stacked black and Puerto Rican dudes
I slow to avoid police procedurals
We slow because I build'em like cathedrals
I used to do my homework in the back of the bodega with
up to get a Sega
I up late to tape
Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama"
Now I write
I came to bring 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 better back up big talk

I'm on various projects
I'm writing a for the Rock next
You can google
I got now; And I got

I'm full of
it might take a minute to
I'm gunning for Prizes
a bit of a process
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 jump on but I've got no fuck to give
I to represent the ladies in our history
we the founding fathers but the mothers are a mystery

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

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

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

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

Left the asleep on syrupy medicine
And my start to swell
I should seek acetaminophine
Three ounces in two styrofoam
Take daily, duck twelve,
It's never
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 blow the up

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

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

Ordering to turn the heat up four degrees
so I can take my off and live out my California Dreams
Thug Life in invisible ink
An umbilical minor chord metaphysical link
to the pasttime

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

Black
comes the one in charge
A hundred bars to get up in arms
When other artists all froze 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 the norm
I come through—Sun Tzu—when it to war
For one of mine I'll be every one of yours

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

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

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

To up with the Joneses or the Kardashians
Only to be exposed like Ashley
I'm like, is a re-run?
Oh that's what's
Somebody's probably gone be 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 life ain't even worth three loosies
A pair of wings, cigarettes, two juices
make new nooses
And everybody what the truth is
Cause that's what Thought from the Roots is: icon