Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of down, pick 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 pull fire on your
Revelation was the vision of
Crack the heavens, it's time to the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
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 sound from the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
Calling out these racists, at stone
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, senators
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my eye
You don't understand, why you're publically
Until you recognize the writing skills of a man
editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over who's
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your hip-hop publication?
I'm burnin this

[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 through legal
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim law, mind control theory
Y'all don't hear me, generation next
fast who's next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the truth 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 kind of party is this, it's that political
Where america's best, most minds
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the dollar sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You marryin the dirt and throw 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 duckin
And start doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy