Luyện nghe bài hát Great Expectations

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

1: Talib Kweli
Talib Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like tables and couscous
Got my comp in a catch
Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you 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 with no malice intended
If L's you cough a chalice is recommended
filled with sticky that I got from Manny
I'm mics like Amy Fisher breakin' 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 got my eyes Chinese
But sharp as leaves of cuttin' your skin
Whenever I 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 'cause I write with or without a beat
See you on the hook like a fish we it out, no doubt,
The shit fixed like at Christmas
So bounce, come on, bounce, 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 up like you hear a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of single MC in earshot
I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, one, Ichiban

2: Talib Kweli
I get my camouflage from
My rhymes are worth the of Sony
Your 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 colder when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib Kweli from Reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo everything is Hi-Tek
So I right at home, rightin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own style they ain't got one, I got drive 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 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
Who? You don't know, you never 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 comin' shitty
I get love in Japan than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's they hangin' with me
Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos