Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

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

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

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

Oppose for the nine, how no sections of the earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, on every verse
My begin to peak at least a hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater to these markets first, they gravitate to me
And appreciate the of what I do musically

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

Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are factions
But the foundation of hold my braincells for ransom
I chance none, fuck them spots on and number one
If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious the time comes
This grassrooted curriculum, got me 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 it was before

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

Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down
players who stare, the winners of the game
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my window when I was

[Talib
Seven-eighteen, to
We meet at
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

Yo listen the up y'all
Mr. X to the Z Xzibit
Broadcastin with the home
right, they straight out of my backyard
The Beat Junkies, on Records understand me?
Soundbombing 2!