Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, dunn
Man you how I feel
Gotta be to it than this, word up

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the vision of
the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary light got your
You rock the fatigues, to squab ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True sound from the boogie down
downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at stone
Spin details and other places, krs is the
Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course
print about black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer that like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
over who's homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You can't get with me, so now in
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How many want to see it happen
moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who learn to duck when they shoot

What of party is this, it's that political kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and
And for the right dollar sign, do collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they me every year
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy