Luyện nghe bài hát Eternalists

Yeah, now we go
we go, come on come on, now here we go
Here we go, come on on, yeah

Stay strong this ain't for the hearted
My name's honored 'cause my is insane retarded
Remain hottest from St. to St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes

The same artist who smoke rain forest and hardest
My brain smartest a nigga like a lame promise
All city train bombers
Check out the we painted, yeah
More than Kelis naked

Your is least debated and your album least awaited
Even Big Tigger let you in 'The Basement'
Face it y'all niggas face down with legs kicking
call your momma Roy Jones 'cause she raise chicken

You're for the Count' like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin'
pigeons say, "Uh uh', no they didn't
Yes, we did so God the kid yo
I got my own so I stress his no

In this journey you're the I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we showed up, I nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas to this

In this journey you're the I'm the journalist
Am I or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up, I sensed
As soon as we rolled up, y'all burn to thi

we go

Yo we send this bullet straight towards your
We taking over like Moors in there's more to gain
Runaways get aboard the come on
You can't ignore the no
When it come down the pouring rain

Caught the train of thought it clanked the raw terrain
The weather break your spirit like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the
don't know that our greatness came before the chains

No you can't a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to
So we attack each other fighting project and thang
It's all the same the board we fall for game

You see through that shit then you can call my name
Kweli I chop it up raw cocaine
I gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
You wanna and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes yo

In this journey you're the I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we showed up, I nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, niggas burn to this

In this journey the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to

And it is
Say what? Say what, say what, say

I for the purists and I rock for the players
I rock for the and I rock for the ladies, come on
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies,
I rhyme to the that cry in the night, yeah

Live on the mic even though I've dying to write, yeah
Since the days of a kite and ridin' my bike, come on
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight,
Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends on a pipe, word

Seem that's the ghetto way of tryin' to fight
The system that's based on to stop you from shinning your light
We dying in spite of getting
That's why I rhyme like a emcee
Battling the and fallacies

That be killing niggas quicker infant mortality
acting like what's going on now is distant reality
Behaving so that they become a casualty
Plus they wanna battle me anyway

They try to walk away but they stumble like Gray
Cats hit the to rumble and say, "Hey DJ"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the day

In this you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we showed up, I nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas to this

In this journey you're the journal I'm the
Am I or an eternalist?
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all burn to this

me out