Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

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

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

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

Far as know theyre publishing some new school poetry
Let it be cause even that do to turn the key
Doorways other worlds, the truth shall 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 head lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat, this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word slide countless sheep

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

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

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

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

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

Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of 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 heart with mind, speak my nature,
Callin' shit into back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger for the right time

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

Keep head up