Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

Feel the music son, we got you programmed a beat
I press snare, yo, guard your grill
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 lines separate me from me
You in false gods name and still crash into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail the sea

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

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

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

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

Tune my heart mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit existence back in '79
With the future in my tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the waiting for the right time

Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic
of kings cause Saturns rings dont need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented
Coded of the mystics with my fist in the sky

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

We nod our heads and through beats
Go ahead and
Its the love that makes the complete
And itd displayed through the way the bass line the beat

Hail Mary, of God
Got the host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, 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 tightly like a 9
Keep my finger on the waiting for the right time

Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic
Blood of cause Saturns rings dont need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented
Coded language of the with my fist in the sky

your head up