Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light shine bright, type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the of smoke down, pick up a magazine
it inside the ar-15
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, time 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, in time dunn
The secondary light got mind
You the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True sound from the boogie down
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at stone
Spin details and places, krs is the source
these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you ain't got no black
I do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- 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
you recognize the writing 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 with me, so now in
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How many want to see it happen
Street moves, from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a do good through legal action
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 movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim law, mind control theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the truth and
but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz 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
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 clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I the people what they wanna hear
I em laugh and cheer, and then they 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, republican or
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy