Luyện nghe bài hát Gutter Rainbows

Talib Kweli, yeah, hey, get with it, get it
we go, here we go, come on, come on
Here we go, here we go, come on, on, yeah
Blacksmith, it's the

it moving, keep it moving
Here we go, here we go, on, come on
Here we go, here we go, come on, come on,
Blacksmith, pay attention, Rainbows, yeah

Watch me flip it the Blacksmith logo
I shine a light the darkness when the night is black as Yaphet Kotto
All these rappers mad in photos
Saddest player braggadocio make up for all the lack of promo

You say you a fo-fo, you don't shoot
It's more like you shot me an email but to attach vocals
Call 'em a like they dad a no show
I'm too fast for slow pokes running on the track with Yohji

ain't fashion rap, I'm bringing the passion back
Find me where the trouble at that's my habitat
I it with me in the booth
To deliver real respect to the dead, we owe the truth

So if feeling disrespected
Even when his is smilin' his heart rate escalatin', violence
Lookin' for trouble, drugs
Using, abusing, beautiful struggling, used to be

It's the voice of the voiceless, for the hopeless
Spit way too real, they don't promote it
'Cause the way I it from another angle
I stay in the streets and the gutter rainbows

It ain't no pot o' gold, it's the product's sold
where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll
So it up loud and turn it up now
it up loud, turn it up now

Welcome to my 'hood the rainbows is in the gutters
The pain that you will discover is making the shutter
There's sex in the city but we never claimed to her
I you heard of us we're more murderous than Cain famous brother

Living death, smoking blunts with the Grim Reaper
Snitch niggas known to blow the whistle a gym teacher
This gum flapper, swear he a gun
Nah somethin' backwards, he really a rapper

The trap on the corner with the oil
Mixed with the dirt and the water collected in the gutter 'til the colors
I paint so legendary
I been doing this, history is as short as the month of February

In a leap year, what do we
Dead bodies on the ground, nothing to see here
Be clear, don't ever cross me like police
'Cause libertarians will be not to tea time

It's the voice of the voiceless, hope for the
Spit game way too real, they don't it
the way I approach it from another angle
I stay in the streets and notice the rainbows

It ain't no pot o' gold, it's where the product's
where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll
So turn it up loud and it up now
it up loud, turn it up now

Feel that warm around the building to form a corner tornado
Finding nature in the city, we cover our feet in
Bugatti's to bodegas they rotten tomatoes
Stacking chips and I mean potato, there go another one

Graduated from quarter waters and Butter
Tuxedo nice a gun tucked in his cummerbund
He get it his mama, he ain't nothing but his mother's son
She used to get it popping like

Peddling poison was better employment
The ghetto destroying any sense of self she was
Survival of the fittest by any necessary
Got us calling dealers revolutionaries

You say he his people, he say I feed my family
And you ain't kicking in, you'll understand me
You stand in my way, now you an obstacle
And end up in the hospital

It's the voice of the voiceless, for the hopeless
Spit game way too real, they don't it
'Cause the way I approach it another angle
I stay in the streets and notice the gutter

It ain't no pot o' gold, where the product's sold
where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll
So turn it up and turn it up now
Turn it up loud, it up now

it up now
Turn it up
Yeah, break it like
G-g-gutter