Luyện nghe bài hát Meiso

[Black
Yin for yang I on a line
Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the
Life is a labyryth for and cents
As I quest for cream, through the steam so
From the sensei me a puff, the tunnel is tough
Some shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon
Experts o-rig-i-nal examine
I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to real
and illus-ion
I come from where ya health you never take for granted
As hot as the equator in a cypher the planet
Or abnormal, niggas out of portals and demanding your soul
Who the eight immortals but the number seven
In this continual maze, where night with days
Within my mind blaze
And say I should change my ways
But it's hard to the phrase through the havoc and haze
Thought's style will since or never cease to excella-rate
the great lab dwella
Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any
The judge prosecutor, or the drug
to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder
Phila 5th the future
And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin the ginseng Roots
We get ya loosa
Remember me the Thought I represent and
mentally eventually, ya mention me as high
My decibels are fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black
Yo Krush, it at?!!!??!

B]
The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, the gift
The melody of a felony is off a cliff
Now can I get a witness to Christmas from the myth list
Man that's bogus, let's try to stay
You would think it was the Fourth of
Cause in Illadelph a round of applause up the sky
Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes
Foul mouth bitches walk around trashy
Bimbos about where's the indo?
Crackheads babies unattended at the window
To see death, and brothers with strikes who got left
I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't probably take it
But perserverence is a
The that you thinking you hurting might hurt you
Ya celly jerk too
Perhaps I'll go to court this time I'm summoned
But I'm a to the system so I might not be coming
So if I fail, man get up the bail
It's just more time to write story to tell
Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Malik B
up their-re-le-vance
We got strain on the brain from bodies in the dust
Man just leave it to us, look main aim and bust
betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust
With DJ Krush Japan with no more need to discuss