Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2015

Lin-Miranda
Have you not seen we can do?
I write stacked with black and Puerto Rican dudes
I ride to avoid police procedurals
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 stayed up to tape
Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama"
Now I write
I literally came to bring the

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

I'm of surprises
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 Richard

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

Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's
Driving Park's car
Bustin' out Farmer
Airborne with Amelia Earheart 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 like I'm the Truth
Hand on the
Book of Esther; Book of

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 gunnin' for it
And you runnin' from
You hear the rumbling
coming
Shatter
Hurricaines on wood houses
the name's Renee you'll 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 hits and kept people fed
And fighting for we hitting the block with hammers and
into the gritty and ready to [Gattakakak] 'til they dead

Left the city on syrupy medicine
And my pockets to swell
I should some acetaminophine
Three ounces in two styrofoam
twice daily, duck twelve,
It's enough
Incredible press to get'em to the pressure
on triggers for niggers that's down to to
call me
you are foolin' with
Could get unruly and blow the up

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

Diminishing returns make the come out
Start to
Question me if you y'all
I was up on the
a polyglot
Glutton sucking a mollie
So sick at the I just turn up at the hospital

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

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

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

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

'Cause ain't even [to] bicker and blame
I feel like the bigger the name the bigger the
I spent nights huntin' over a flickerin' flame
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 call it premonition, intuition,
But a people are scared
Shit; I'm for ya.

I see the flag gettin' swung hard
But we done turned the City into a junk yard
We playing ourselves
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 African

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