Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you know how I
Gotta be more to it this, word up

*doing an of scarface*
This it's all about dunn? uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, (can't understand)

Whattup, I don't baby
Nah man, it's not, not yo word up
I'm tellin you now
I know shit though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, it's to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing things that you believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound the boogie down
downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
Spin details and places, krs is the source
these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My view is eye, scopin with my third eye
You understand, why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping over who's
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
Y'all niggaz don't me, generation next
fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up wide now, swallow me, calorie
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they

What kind of party is this, it's political kind
Where best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb and blind
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my schools is and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, republican or
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy