Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

*doing an of scarface*
This what it's all dunn? 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 know this though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, foul energy, 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 down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, round up the
While you on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business,
My story goes to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound the boogie down
Uptown downtown round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
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 publically banned
Until you recognize the writing skills of a man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
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
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 through action
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These niggaz 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 that political
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try they at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn
So I can in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the and i'ma 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 every
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and this trick-knowledgy