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 move your feet, you cant
I got my hydrants parked on street

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

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

Far as know theyre publishing some new school poetry
Let it be cause that will do to turn the key
Doorways into worlds, the truth shall set you free
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 that thang there girl in your seat
Feel the heat, count this page your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word slide countless sheep

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

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

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

Keep head up, we represent the real, my nigga 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 worship beats
Go ahead and
Its the love that makes the cipher
And itd displayed the way the bass line marries the beat

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

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

Keep head up