Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

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

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

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

Far as they know theyre publishing some new poetry
Let it be cause that 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 bastard that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat nod your head lean back, yo, touch feet
Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your
Feel the heat, count this amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my word slide under countless sheep

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

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

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

Keep your head up, we represent the real, my nigga up
Book of the dead, bled, this nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer and 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 beats
Go ahead and
Its the love that makes the cipher
And itd displayed through the way the bass line marries the

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

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

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

Keep your up