Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a
My green light bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the of this
the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you really prepared, for the things to

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

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

What kind of party is this, it's that political
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and throw 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 when the coast is clear, I duckin
And start back doin dope, and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy