Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

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

And a monument to hip-hop
I mix'em up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc
up in a big wok (whooo)
I better back up that big

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

I'm of surprises
it might a minute to digest
I'm gunning for Prizes
a bit of a process
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, I'll see 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 but the mothers are a mystery

Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's
Rosa Park's car
Bustin' out Farmer
Airborne with Amelia Earheart walking tight
Me and givin' smallpox to white folks

out swinging
Like and Serena
On the I rep' the queens
From Nefertiti to
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 Marie Curie some shit so hot we had to bury it
Get my golden lariat, I'm a Wonder gunnin' for it
And you runnin' from
You hear the rumbling
Something's
y'all
Hurricaines on wood frame
the name's Renee you'll never be the
(b)plow in blouses!

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

Left the asleep on syrupy medicine
And my pockets to swell
I should seek some
Three in two styrofoam cups
twice daily, duck twelve,
It's never
Incredible press to get'em to the pressure
on for niggers that's down to to erupt
me Vesuvius
What you are foolin'
get unruly and blow the fuck up

I'm a cut above an 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 at the club I just turn up at the hospital

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

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

Thought:
Here the one in charge
A hundred bars to get everybody up in
When other artists all froze like a gun was
I turned to a new black like the 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 I'll be taking every one of yours

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

I seen it like a clairvoyant
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 swung hard
But we done turned the Motor City into a yard
We keep playing
And playing the Trump
Can never end a search something
That's for a

To keep up the Joneses or the Kardashians
Only to be exposed Ashley Madison
I'm like, is this a
Oh that's happening
Somebody's probably gone be comin at this

Look at me, I'm a six million dollar man as a rap god
Test my religion, get
Too of us bit the dust for crumbs and crust
In God We
Now for us
Here where life even worth three loosies
A pair of wings, cigarettes, two juices
They make new
And everybody know what the is
Cause that's what Black from the Roots is: icon