Luyện nghe bài hát Gutter Rainbows

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

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

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

You say you blast a fo-fo, you don't
It's more like you 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 Yohji Yamamoto

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

So if somebody feeling
Even when his face is smilin' his rate escalatin', violence
for trouble, juggling drugs
Using, abusing, beautiful struggling, used to be

the voice 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 rainbows

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

Welcome to my 'hood where the is in the gutters
The pain that you 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 murderous Cain famous brother

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

The trap on the corner the oil spilling
Mixed with the dirt and the water in the gutter 'til the colors brilliant
I pictures 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 police lines
'Cause libertarians be not invited to tea time

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

It no pot o' gold, it's where the product's sold
It's where we lock and load and cop the and roll
So turn it up and turn 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 our feet in Gators
Bugatti's to bodegas they selling rotten
Stacking chips and I mean potato, there go another one

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

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

You say he his people, he say I feed my family
And you ain't kicking in, you'll understand me
You just 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
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 and roll
So turn it up loud and it up now
it up loud, turn it up now

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