Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light shine bright, type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it 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, it's to bring the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary light got your
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
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
out these racists, at rolling stone
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin off course
You'll print about mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's home
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My view is bird's eye, scopin my third eye
You understand, why you're publically banned
Until you the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping who's homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

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How many didn't to see it happen
Street moves, from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, the po-po flashin
dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation
Droppin who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up wide now, me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they

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 white collar
Behind suits, and shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I tell the people they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy