Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

Feel the music son, we got you programmed a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard grill
Press kick, you move your feet, you compete
I got my parked 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 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 in a beat
rocks in a vial, nigga, aint got nuthin on me
Bitch Im free, ask these at MTV

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

Shepherd of a flock that grazes in the streets
Feel the 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 amongst your sheets
Comfort in my every word under countless sheep

Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole of angels shuffling in my iPod
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
With the future in my pocket gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right

niggas align, path of cosmic design
Blood of kings Saturns rings dont need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented
Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

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

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

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

Tune my heart with mind, speak my nature,
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 time

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

your head up