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, it's not, it's not yo up
I'm tellin you now
I know this shit though,

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
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 fire on your 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 you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? guns
But are you really prepared, for the to come?

it out
True underground from the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin details and other places, krs is the
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off
print about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no editors?
I do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole
Is blown sky high, battle why
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why you're banned
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping who's homosexual
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get with me, so now in
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

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How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a do good through legal action
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
These dark assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, next
fast who's next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't to duck when they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
Behind suits, and shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
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 re-elect me every year
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and this trick-knowledgy