Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
Revelation was the vision of
Crack the heavens, it's to bring the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the to come?

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

[method
How many didn't to see it happen
Street moves, live staten, if life 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, keep the flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, next
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is the truth, the whole truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when shoot

What of party is this, it's that political kind
Where best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all dumb 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 graves and is plantations --
I the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy