Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Ladies and
There are acknowledge wonders of the world
You are to witness the eighth

Justice
What goes around, comes

Stop, look, listen,
Play with fire and you'll get
You think you want some but you don't want
A fight on the mic, you want one

I turn the on, proceed to beat on
Any soft sap who think he's
Na, come in my realm I'm at the helm
a joke when I'm on Elm

Street, sleep but you dream
Awaken, achin', Codeine
Now you're to O.D.
'Cause you don't want of Moe Dee

Pain won't relieve ya
Suicide won't do it
Even after I you
I'ma you

you back for another round
Just to put you back in the
Over and over
When is it over, it

I die but I won't die, don't try
Rhyme forever, huh, why I
whoever tries to crush this
Hurt like the truth, justice

Poetic

goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes
What goes around, around
Goes around, around

Doing to poetry

This is a flurry, a fist of
A rhyme so fast that it has to
Your vision, don't wink, or stop to think
Or you miss the next rhyme, ink

Flows the brain to the pen
And comes alive the thought transcends
From the pen to the paper and paper to
And a tape to wax and back to the

Another hit which you can't get
A react, but a nitwit
relate, he can't hold the weight
The too deep and he sleeps awake

The comatose need a dose
Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like most
Simplified rhymes or out of the
But I as I'm to perform

Records for the pop [unverified]
The pop jocks, play this
In an intent to hold rap
They the hard and play the wack

They play the weak 'cause the won't speak
But that just a fan go seek
A station that they will bust this
Poetic
(Who's on the radio)

Poetic

goes around, comes around
Goes around, around
goes around, comes around
Goes around, around

Doing justice to

Poetic, phonetic, genetic,
You it
Those who chose to are foes
And usually grow afros

As the flows, the spirit grows
But only those with a pure soul
The of the beat of the drum
And it's comin' from

For of you who just don't listen
Here's the second you're missin'
Just like Noah, had you
Rap's the of an endin'

Of an era, a of terror
Over like a nova, ever
Try to the lie
The won't die and that's why I

A child of the Nile
Speak a ghetto style and meanwhile
The reason I to the youth
Is pure souls can the truth

The poisoned souls have to stop it
But just it 'cause hip-hop is
our roots and you can't touch this
This is our ancestors' poetic

Poetic

goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes
What goes around, comes
around, comes around

Doing to poetry