Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
a few to give me a edge
My green light bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, 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 opposition
Revelation was the vision of
Crack the heavens, it's time to the business, shit
My goes back to them lost pyramids
I'm things that you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to

it out
True underground sound from the down
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at stone
details and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to stop -- your spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
My view is bird's eye, scopin my third eye
You don't understand, why you're banned
Until you the writing skills of a black man
editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals, up in world
You can't get with me, so now in
You wanna and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

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How many didn't 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 and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't me, generation next
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These niggaz the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they

What kind of party is this, that political kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
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 i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the people what they hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and they re-elect me every year
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, cussin and
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, and equality
just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy