Luyện nghe bài hát Eternalists

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

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

The artist who smoke rain forest and bang hardest
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame
All city like train
out the pictures we painted, yeah
More colorful than naked

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

'Down for the Count' like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin'
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh', no 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 eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, niggas burn to this

In this journey 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 thi

we go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rock for the purists and I rock for the
I rock for the fellas and I 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 though I've been dying to write, yeah
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin' my bike, on
Open my and keep the prize within my line of sight, yeah
Now cat's drop out of school to get high on a pipe, word

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

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

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

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

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

me out