Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

Whattup, I know baby
Nah man, not, it's 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 me a edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite
operational, my physical cream
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 your
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to the business, shit
My story back to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary light got mind
You the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the to come?

it out
True underground from the boogie down
Uptown downtown round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin off course
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an interview in rolling
They sendin me a writer that look like he's alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
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 you're publically
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
over who's homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem
You get with me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through action
So you and throw a def in the squad
blastin, keep the po-po flashin
These dark assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is the truth, the whole truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to when they shoot

What kind of is this, it's that political kind
Where america's best, hypocritical minds
Try they at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I confuse em and use em as tools and
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they hear
I em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy