Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

*doing an impression of
This it's 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 this shit though,

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, knowin the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your
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 believe
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary light got your
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground from the boogie down
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to stop -- your spot
Is blown sky high, why try?
My view is bird's eye, with my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
Until you the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop
I'm burnin this

[method
How many want to see it happen
moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good legal action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is the truth, the whole 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 when they

What kind of party is this, it's political kind
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I the damn 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 what they hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they me every 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, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy