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 can't see me
Oh you got it?

Verse 1: Kweli
Talib Kweli in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm to keep it fresh like veggie tables and couscous
Got my in a catch 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 with melodies
I enter the palace no malice intended
If L's you cough a chalice is recommended
Particularly filled with sticky that I got Manny
I'm breakin mics Amy Fisher breakin' a family
It can be, all so if you let it
If you don't want to, fuck it, it, yo, don't sweat it
You feel little when you let the power of the hit you
White widow got my eyes
But as leaves of paper cuttin' your skin
I write 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 'cause I write shit with or without a beat
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 lock you in my sentence and the a run-on
Tokyo, you at?
Brooklyn, you at?

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

2: Talib Kweli
I get my camouflage from
My rhymes are the price of Sony
Your light last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It all you want in life's to know me
I'm colder when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib Kweli Eternal Reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo everything is Hi-Tek
So I right at home, rightin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own style cause they ain't got one, I got while you ride shotgun
stop, son I watch "Get on the Bus" a lot
And all shabuya has got to stop I'm just playin'
Japanese culture is like amazin', animation is hair-raisin
Kick selection got no limit eatin' seaweed, one day I get with it
But when I see I'm smokin', heh, I'm just jokin', really not though
My homie told me, "Arigato"
My art got no like Pablo Picasso
Who? You don't know, you never Big up to Ru
See you in the show on the Avenue Of the Americas 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 more love in than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's they hangin' with me
Catch me on MTV with Mos Diddy