Luyện nghe bài hát Great Expectations

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

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

Kweli next to be up, so I you re-up
Or freeze up you hear a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of single MC in earshot
I not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban

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