Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I hold a
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 back to lost pyramids
I'm things that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary 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 the boogie down
Uptown downtown round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at stone
Spin details and places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an interview in rolling
They me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to stop -- your whole
Is blown sky high, why try?
My view is 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 can't get with me, so now in
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, laughin
to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
These dark 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
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, 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 best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
Behind suits, and clean
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you with 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 is clear, I stop duckin
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy