Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you know how I
Gotta be more to it than this, up

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a
My green light bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
it inside the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
While you on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the of this
Crack the heavens, time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't believe
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The secondary light got mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- whole spot
Is blown sky high, why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
over who's homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You get with me, so now in midtown
You stop and talk to me?
ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

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

What kind of party is this, that political kind
Where america's best, hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I robs the damn
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 they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they me every year
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, republican or
freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy