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 parked on every

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

They thought they stole you from my arms 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 know publishing some new school poetry
Let it be cause even will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds, the truth set you free
You are me, I am you, but Im he

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

Mary, Mother 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 heart mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit existence back in '79
the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right

Ancient niggas align, of cosmic design
of kings 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

Keep head up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up
Book of the dead, history bled, this 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 feel this

We nod our heads and worship through
Go ahead and
Its the love that makes the cipher
And itd through the way the bass line marries the beat

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

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

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

Keep head up