Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

an impression of scarface*
This what all about 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 you right now
I know shit though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
Popped it inside the
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 time to bring the business,
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the down
Uptown downtown gather for the showdown, in they faces
out these racists, at rolling stone
Spin and other places, krs is the source
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 he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm this

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How many want to see it happen
Street moves, from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through action
So you and throw 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 movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is the truth, the whole truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where america's best, hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
suits, and clean shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is 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 people what they wanna
I make em and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, hands, wave and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy