Luyện nghe bài hát Great Expectations

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

Verse 1: Kweli
Talib Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it like veggie tables and couscous
Got my comp in a deuce-deuce
proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can't handle the truth
I flip it like any Angelo, be it or D'
Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees with
I enter the with no malice intended
If L's make you cough a is recommended
Particularly filled with sticky that I got Manny
I'm breakin mics like Amy breakin' a family
It can be, all so if you let it
If you don't want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, sweat it
You feel little when you let the of the rhythm hit you
White got my eyes Chinese
But sharp as leaves of cuttin' your skin
I write with my pen and make a point
Y'all be like, "Yeah, the joint"
Yo Matt, got the track on 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 carols at Christmas
So bounce, come on, bounce, on
I lock you in my sentence and the a run-on
Tokyo, you at?
Brooklyn, you at?

Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you
Or freeze up you hear a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the of every single 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 of Sony
Your light like for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It seems all you want in to know me
I'm colder than when the ground's with ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib Kweli Eternal Reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is
So I right at home, rightin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own cause they ain't got one, I got drive while you ride shotgun
Please stop, son I "Get on the Bus" a lot
And all shabuya has got to stop I'm just playin'
Japanese culture is like amazin', animation is like
Kick selection got no limit eatin' seaweed, one day I get with it
But I see weed I'm smokin', heh, I'm just jokin', really not though
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, the best of Brooklyn, New York City, so we're never comin' shitty
I get more love in than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's think they with me
Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos