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, on, come on, yeah
Blacksmith, it's the

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

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

You say you blast a fo-fo, you shoot
It's like you shot me an email but forgot to attach vocals
Call 'em a like they dad a no show
I'm too fast for slow pokes running on the track Yohji Yamamoto

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

So if somebody disrespected
when his face is smilin' his heart rate escalatin', violence
Lookin' for trouble, juggling
Using, abusing, struggling, used to be bubblin'

It's the of the voiceless, hope for the hopeless
Spit game way too real, they promote 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 it up loud and turn it up now
it up loud, turn it up now

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

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

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

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

It's the voice of the voiceless, for the hopeless
Spit game way too real, they promote 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, it's where the product's
It's we lock and load and cop the rock and roll
So it up loud and turn it up now
Turn it up loud, it up now

Feel that warm around the building to form a corner tornado
Finding nature in the city, we cover our in Gators
Bugatti's to bodegas they selling rotten
Stacking chips and I don't mean potato, go another one

Graduated from quarter and Butter Crunch
nice with 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 like bubblegum

Peddling was often better employment
The ghetto destroying any of self she was enjoying
Survival of the fittest by any necessary
Got us calling drug revolutionaries

You say he kill his people, he say I feed my
And you kicking in, you'll never understand me
You stand in my way, now you an obstacle
And obstacles end up in the

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

It no pot o' gold, it's where the product's sold
It's 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

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