Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
a few to give me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, time to bring the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
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 squab ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground sound from the down
downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin details and places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin off course
You'll print about black mayors, senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
Until you recognize the writing skills of a man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You can't get 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 many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind theory
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
fast who's next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole 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 of party is this, it's that political kind
Where america's best, most minds
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
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 they wanna hear
I em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I duckin
And start doin dope, cussin 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
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and this trick-knowledgy