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

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

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

You're 'Down for the Count' 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 you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I or an eternalist?
as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
As as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this

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

we go

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

Caught the train of it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your 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 imagine a future where 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 across the board we for game

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

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

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

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

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

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

That be killing niggas quicker than infant
acting like what's going on now is distant reality
Behaving so casually they become a casualty
Plus they don't wanna me anyway

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

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

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

me out