Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength 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
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, round up the
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, time to bring the business, shit
My story goes to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary light got mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
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 these racists, at stone
Spin details and other places, krs is the
Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
Until you recognize the writing of a black man
editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You wanna stop and to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

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How many want to see it happen
Street moves, live staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
blastin, keep the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's the gods with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all don't hear me, generation next
Droppin 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 truth and
but the truth, taste is the proof
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's political kind
Where america's best, most minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I the people what 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 back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this