Luyện nghe bài hát Great Expectations

My nigga Punchline his money
Yo, is a capitalist society
Yo! Hello world, how y'all
Don't be shy, y'all can wave back, man I y'all can't see me
Oh you got it?

Verse 1: Kweli
Talib Kweli Ichiban in is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it like veggie tables and couscous
Got my comp in a deuce-deuce
Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you handle the truth
I flip it any Angelo, be it Michael- or D'
Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees melodies
I enter the palace with no intended
If L's make you cough a is recommended
Particularly filled with that I got from Manny
I'm breakin mics like Amy Fisher a family
It can be, all so if you let it
If you don't to, fuck it, forget it, yo, don't sweat it
You feel little you let the power of the rhythm hit you
White widow got my eyes
But sharp as leaves of cuttin' your skin
Whenever I write with my pen and make a
Y'all be like, "Yeah, the joint"
Yo Matt, got the on they DAT
That make it easy to complete 'cause I write shit with or without a
See you on the hook like a we knock it out, no doubt,
The fixed like carols at Christmas
So bounce, on, bounce, come on
I you in my sentence and the shit's a run-on
Tokyo, you at?
Brooklyn, you at?

Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you
Or freeze up like you a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every MC in earshot
I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, one, Ichiban

VERSE 2: Kweli
I get my camouflage from
My rhymes are worth the price of
light like last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It seems all you want in life's to me
I'm than when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib from Eternal Reflect
Yo, I to Tokyo where everything is Hi-Tek
So I feel at home, rightin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own style they ain't got one, I got drive while you ride shotgun
Please stop, son I "Get on the Bus" a lot
And all this has got to stop I'm just playin'
Japanese culture is amazin', animation is like hair-raisin
Kick selection got no limit seaweed, maybe one day I get with it
But when I see weed I'm smokin', heh, I'm jokin', really not though
My homie Common me, "Arigato"
My art got no like Pablo Picasso
Who? You don't know, you knew Big up to Ru
See you in the show on the Of the Americas etcetera, etcetera
You get the point, you want hot shit, I got a
Classics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New York City, so we're never shitty
I get more love in Japan "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's they hangin' with me
me on Japanese MTV with Mos Diddy