Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light bright, kryptonite type
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, round up the
While you on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business,
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't 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 sound from the down
downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at stone
Spin details and other places, krs is the
Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black editors?
Everytime I do an 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 view is bird's eye, with my third eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
Until you recognize the writing skills of a man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping over who's
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake publication?
I'm burnin this

[method
How didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody
Hate to see a brother do good through action
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
blastin, keep the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation 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
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 of party is this, it's that political kind
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try they at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every
So when the coast is clear, I duckin
And start back doin dope, cussin and
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this