Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

*doing an of scarface*
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 tellin you now
I know shit though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light shine bright, type
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, 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 fire on your
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to the business, shit
My story goes back to lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
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 down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in faces
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
Spin details and other places, krs is the
these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's home
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You understand, why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over who's
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody
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
These soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up 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 shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try they hands at keepin deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white crime
Behind suits, and clean
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and 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 coast is clear, I stop
And back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my and suck this trick-knowledgy