Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a
My green light shine bright, type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the of smoke down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, round up the
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of
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 secondary got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the 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 places, krs is the source
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you ain't got no editors?
I do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping over who's
of us are black 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 fake hip-hop
Look I'm this

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

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where america's best, most minds
Try they hands at keepin deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white crime
Behind suits, and shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me year
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this