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 it's all dunn? uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, (can't understand)

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin the strength of me
a few to give me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to fire on your opposition
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, time to bring the business, shit
My story goes to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The secondary light got your
You rock the fatigues, to squab ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the boogie
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at rolling
Spin details and places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin off course
You'll print about mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an interview in stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's home
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin 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 who's 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

[method
How didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through action
So you sabotage and a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the with a passion
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- the jim crow law, mind control theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Droppin who's next, 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
niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who learn to duck when they shoot

What of party is this, it's that political kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white crime
Behind suits, and shaves
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I tell the people 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 dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy