Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
Take a few to me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to lost pyramids
I'm seeing that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the boogie
Uptown downtown gather for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
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 black
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer that look he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my eye
You understand, why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the writing of a black man
editor, all of us ain't 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?
ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

[method
How many want to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
fast who's 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
niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't to duck when they shoot

What of party is this, it's that political kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white crime
Behind suits, and clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start back doin dope, 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