Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

an impression of scarface*
This what it's all about 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, foul energy, to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's to bring the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm things that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The secondary light got your
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the to come?

it out
True underground from the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin off course
You'll print black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's 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 my third eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, laughin
Hate to see a do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, next
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who learn to duck when they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
Behind suits, and clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna
I make em laugh and cheer, and they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start back doin dope, and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, republican or
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my and suck this trick-knowledgy