Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

*doing an impression of
This what 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, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite
Fully operational, my cream
Put the of smoke down, pick up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of
Crack the heavens, time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing things that you won't believe
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary got your mind
You the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

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

[method
How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live from staten, if is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
blastin, keep the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim law, mind control theory
Y'all don't hear me, generation next
fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is the truth, the whole truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that political
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the what they wanna 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, cussin and
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and this trick-knowledgy