Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this, 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, it's not, not yo word up
I'm you right now
I this 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 bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the of this
the heavens, it's 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, in time dunn
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
Spin details and places, krs is the source
Fuck magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
I do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look 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 understand, why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the writing skills of a man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How many want to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody
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
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods 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 fast next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is reality the truth, the whole and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who learn to duck when they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me year
So when the coast is clear, I duckin
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, and equality
just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy