Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

Feel the music son, we got you programmed a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your
Press kick, you your feet, you cant compete
I got my hydrants on every street

Im federal nigga, son of sun, come and feel the heat
I am the streets, the white only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false gods name and still into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail the sea

They thought they stole you my arms then carried you to me
Heres the key, DNA encoded in a
rocks in a vial, nigga, aint got nuthin on me
Bitch Im free, ask editors at MTV

Far as they theyre publishing some new school poetry
Let it be cause that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds, the truth shall set you
You are me, I am you, but Im he

Shepherd of a bastard flock grazes in the streets
Feel the beat nod head lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop thang right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat, this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my word slide under countless sheep

Hail Mary, of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my
Niggas learned to raise their voices I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my is my bond

Tune my with mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the time

niggas align, path of cosmic design
Blood of kings cause Saturns rings dont no diamonds to shine
Yes, the for the season, ornamented divine
Coded Language of the mystics with my in the sky

Keep head up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up
Book of the dead, bled, this nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some prayer and they wont let up
Until they got us worshiping them gods instead of the realness
God of the streets, my niggas this

We nod our and worship through beats
Go and kneel
Its the love makes the cipher complete
And itd displayed the way the bass line marries the beat

Mary, Mother of God
Got the host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise voices when I lowered my rod
of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my bond

Tune my with mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right

Ancient niggas align, path of design
Blood of kings cause Saturns rings dont need no to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, divine
language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep head up