Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy Me

Live Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one representin' BK to the
Bastards when Hov be buckin'
be cluckin'

Back when ratchet was a and a vixen was a vixen
And Jam Master Jay was I was mixin'
Cookin' coke in the
Back when Rodman was a
Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he would get his sixth one
Gave to my verbal imagination
a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here's a verse from
"Lord, we who we are
Yet we know not we may be"
So maybe I'm the one or I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy Houses, the boys die by the thousand
Back Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that's where it all
When was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a... nine millimeter
When Slick Rick "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas,
Think I just popped up in this like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you second thoughts
There's on the bandwagon, don't abort
me

me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my
I'm the Gotham heartbeat
I started in lobbies, now parley with
I'm a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak
That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my
Came through the smellin' like roses
I need a trophy just for
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit like a spoof
Fat laces in shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the smoke
Y'all flirtin' death, I be winkin' through the scope
out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal
out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane,
concludin' my concerto
me

be in the air
Oh, walk away, I know, I know
the way I'm raised
I know, I know, I
Oh Marcy, me
the way I am always gonna be
I ain't change, no
Marcy, Marcy me, the way I am
I ain't change, no
I ain't change, no
change me if I wanted to
You change me if you wanted to
I'ma take this with me to the
(Como nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo...)