Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

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

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 false gods and still crash into me
and tree, mountainside, guardrail into the sea

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

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

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

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

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

Ancient niggas align, path of design
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 head up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up
Book of the dead, history bled, nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer and 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 ahead and
Its the love that makes the complete
And itd through the way the bass line marries the beat

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

my heart with mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into 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 language of the mystics with my in the sky

Keep head up