Luyện nghe bài hát Gutter Rainbows

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

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

Watch me flip it like the Blacksmith
I a light through the darkness when the night is black as Yaphet Kotto
All these looking mad in photos
Saddest player braggadocio quality up for all the lack of promo

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

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

So if somebody disrespected
Even when his is smilin' his heart rate escalatin', violence
for trouble, juggling drugs
Using, abusing, beautiful struggling, to be bubblin'

the voice of the voiceless, hope 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 turn it up loud and it up now
Turn it up loud, it up now

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

Living with death, smoking blunts with the Grim
Snitch niggas known to blow the like a gym teacher
gum flapper, swear he a gun clapper
Nah backwards, he really a dumb rapper

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

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

It's the voice of the voiceless, for the hopeless
Spit way too real, they don't promote 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
It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and
So turn it up and turn it up now
it up loud, turn it up now

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

Graduated from quarter waters and Butter
Tuxedo nice with a gun in his cummerbund
He get it from his mama, he ain't but his mother's son
She used to get it popping like

Peddling poison was often employment
The ghetto any sense of self she was enjoying
Survival of the by any means necessary
Got us calling drug dealers

You say he kill his people, he say I feed my
And you ain't kicking in, never understand me
You just stand in my way, now you an
And obstacles end up in the

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

It ain't no pot o' gold, where the product's sold
It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and
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 like
rainbow