Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Outsider

I am a universal walkin' in the path of the math
After the aftermath I'm a be a soldier in America's bloodbath
Look at it through the wrath of a soldier
You never monitor my craft

I am not a graft, I am a original
in the path of the math

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

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

Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd
It's livin' like God in a world full of Bobs
John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary
I guess Babylon wasn't made for now was it

Well, it doesn't really does it
it be dependin' on the
Who, what, why's and the
And I'm a that the world don't care about

Mr. Outsider, all about bein' a fighter
Use the guide to open up mind a little wider
My mellow my ace, from place to place
All a want is a taste

on the docks wearin' a smock
I clock in, I clock out about 5
I keeps a calm disposition so I arouse suspicion
But then I know what wishin'

That you could put a bullet in my head
Without all red tape
And lead me to the grave
You're either a slave but got you saved
Or you don't know how to behave but brave

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

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

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

Well, back in the days they me hip hop pays
So I I strays aways from L A's average
'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was a savage
And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the

Now it ain't a nigger talking hella late in the game
I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody about truce
No menace, no boys in the hood, no
It was like coolie 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 the practice grew and I flew

I wanted to be a rapper so simple and
Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
Where is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me
But it's everybody hear me

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

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

I the piper I'm gon' pick the tune
But I listen to music like that, so

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

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

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

Now I'm a outsider but not ponyboy
I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with hands in?
And I transfer the answer within
And I strain and I gain the strength to a blood vessel

As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my muscle
You got your charm I know you believe in warlocks
You better be keepin' you locked and bolted

Say the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted
Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last
Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies
Got a good old fashion passion for what they built
With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full
full circle on that ass

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

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

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

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

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