Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
a few to give me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of
the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story back to them lost pyramids
I'm things that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary light got mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the boogie
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer that look like home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to stop -- your whole
Is sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin my third 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
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 your 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 do good through legal action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These dark soul assassins, hate the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, next
Droppin who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, 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 learn to duck they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
Because my is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and they re-elect me every year
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, cussin and
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy