Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

[Talib
We your rhyme sayers we you like a beacon
of light out of the chaos cuttin overzealous
players who we're the winners of the game
Walk in prepared climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the livin under
heard the sound of the clap made you wonder
If it was a gun the or some thunder
All of that was out my window I was younger
Now I'm much older, lyrical clap
If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you my steez
(C'mon) I get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't
They just babies, I snatch em out incubators
Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard Darth Vader
Hard as and suck like Now or Laters
After a while style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR

Projects my eyesights to the heavens dead or wise sages
Release what I hold save it through my of rhyme pages
be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea
The off and on like the motion of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect,
Science to a remedy to and get my people free, but
little support, got my on freeze
My only option's doin bootlegs for the
Get about eight G's, a buzz overseas
Sacrifice a pill to and do what I believe, cause
down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this
Enlighten who I and let the world catch on

[Talib Kweli +
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down
players who stare, we're the of the game
Walk in well prepared, the stairways
to heaven you scared of the people livin under-
-ground the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my window I was younger

Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the
vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse
My cells begin to peak at least a hundred thousand
Meanin my joint's prevalent in Fat Beats and
I cater to markets first, cause they gravitate to me
And appreciate the vision of I do musically

Kweli]
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I in and they stared, see how they screwin me
you down, til you ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, people's to lies
It blurs the lines between the fact and
Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep
You start to hate the man in the mirror like Jackson

Majors they try to hold me captive but are figure factions
But the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for
I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and one
If meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comes
grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is missable, so I approach it from all and
inject some substance deep inside of rap's
Take an MC and back to where it was

[Talib
Call us like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery
Me and Bahama-D, free like Mumia need to be
Seein me, me, we right here on the level
Turnin to pebbles, exposin the devil
olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take bass out yyour voice you talk to me in treble
I'm _Serious_ as Steady B so you I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in
it positive, my prerogative is exercise
See through the with my third eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness, a child I was vivid
Throw your in the air if you with it, dig it

[Talib + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin overzealous
who stare, we're the winners of the game
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you of the people livin under-
-ground heard the of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my window I was younger

Kweli]
Seven-eighteen, to
We meet at
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

Yo listen the fuck up
Mr. X to the Z Xzibit
Broadcastin with the grown
That's right, they out of my backyard
The Beat Junkies, on Rawkus understand me?
Soundbombing 2!