Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, knowin the strength of me
a few to give me a edge
My green shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a
Popped it inside the
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on opposition
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business,
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The secondary got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground sound from the down
downtown 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 hip-hop off course
You'll print black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
I do an interview in rolling stone
They me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My view is bird's eye, with my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
Until you 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 me, so now in midtown
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How many didn't to see it happen
moves, live 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, jake's hate the gods with a
So I keep it in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind 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 the truth, the whole truth and
but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
Behind suits, and clean
I em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and is plantations --
I robs the damn
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the people what wanna hear
I make em and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my and suck this trick-knowledgy