Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Outsider

I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the
After the I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath
at it through the wrath of a universal soldier
You could monitor my craft

I am not a graft, I am a soldier
Walkin' in the path of the

Now you're outside yourself, boy
You're outside yourself
Is that right, is right?
You're outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' yourself

You're gettin' yourself, boy
gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' yourself, boy
gettin' outside yourself

Well, I scrapes the lookin' for odd jobs
It's hard livin' like God in a world of Bobs
John Doe's and Jacks, and Mary Mack's
I guess Babylon wasn't for blacks now was it

Well, it doesn't really matter it
it be dependin' on the
Who, what, and the whereabouts
And I'm a nigger the world don't care about

Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a
Use the guide to open up your mind a wider
My mellow my ace, from place to place
All a nigger is a taste

on the docks wearin' a smock
I clock in, I out about 5 o'clock
I keeps a disposition so I won't arouse suspicion
But then I know what wishin'

That you could put a in my head plate
all that red tape
And me straight to the grave
either a slave but Jesus got you saved
Or you don't know how to but you're brave

A up African with a finger wave
And the load ain't no lighter
Even I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider

You're gettin' yourself, boy
gettin' outside yourself
You're outside yourself, boy
gettin' outside yourself

You're outside yourself, boy
You're outside yourself
You're outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' yourself

Well, back in the days told me hip hop pays
So I says I aways from L A's average
C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage
And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was the cabbage

Now it like a nigger talking hella late in the game
I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about
No menace, no in the hood, no juice
It was more like high and niggers truly die like they do

When I found out you got to your path I knew
Not red and blue, the blackness is
My tactics was new that's when the practice and I flew

I to be a rapper so simple and plain
From Los Angeles city of the big theory
Where everyone is now a whole mess of mc's fear me
But important everybody hear me

As I tell you about the man
Who got blunted and what he can
And he ran from city to city, town to
Bouncin' like he's about to blow the world up
his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
And his jar's full of somethin'

Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro ain't real
Yeah, but if your is likely to be spilled
Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas Magellan
Way out your range and since I don't speak stranger
I'm a it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn

I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the
But I don't listen to like that, so

You're gettin' yourself, boy
You're outside yourself
You're outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside

You're outside yourself, boy
You're outside yourself
You better run and yourself, boy
you can't provide for self

Inside,
That's what doin' it is all right
Inside, outside, inside,
That's what is all about

Now I'm a but not like ponyboy
I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend both hands in?
And I the answer from within
And I strain and I gain the to bust a blood vessel

As my thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle
You got your lucky charm I know you believe in
You better be you door locked and bolted

Say praise the Lord as I the sword and revolted
Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last
little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what built
With no guilt, at full tilt, at speed, at full blast
Comin' full circle on ass

I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic the past
That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm
Better get involved know how the world revolves and evolves
And solve all that you can solve before your dissolves

Now who killed lion? Curiosity
Now the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity
Does history repeat itself or is it prophecy?
So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no me

'Cause I the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't to music like that, so

You're gettin' yourself, boy
You're outside yourself
gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside

You're gettin' yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside
You're gettin' yourself, boy
You're outside yourself