Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

Whattup, I know baby
Nah man, it's not, 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
a few to give me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, up the regime
While you rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them pyramids
I'm things that you won't believe 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 prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground sound the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an interview in rolling
sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- your 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 the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
over who's homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How many didn't to see it happen
moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do through legal action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the flashin
dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
Y'all niggaz don't me, generation next
Droppin who's next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole and
but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they

What of party is this, it's that political kind
Where best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
Behind suits, and 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 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 re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this