Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you how I feel
Gotta be more to it this, word up

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

Whattup, I know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo 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 green light shine bright, kryptonite
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the 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 won't 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 really prepared, for the to come?

it out
True underground sound from the boogie
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- 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 thuggin
Gossiping who's homosexual
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You wanna stop and to me?
ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

[method
How many didn't want to see it
moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do through legal action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
Droppin fast who's 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 when they shoot

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