Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

Poetic
goes around, comes around

Stop, look, listen,
Play with fire and you'll get
You think you some but you don't want none
A fight on the mic, you want one

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

Street, but you don't dream
Awaken, achin', Codeine
Now tryin' to O.D.
you don't want none of Moe Dee

Pain won't relieve ya
won't do it either
Even after I you
reincarnate you

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

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

Justice

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

Doing justice to

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

Flows from the to the pen
And alive when the thought transcends
the pen to the paper and paper to tape
And a tape to wax and back to the

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

The comatose need a double
'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like
rhymes or out of the norm
But I simplify as I'm to

Records for the pop playlist
The pop jocks, don't play
In an intent to rap back
They stop the hard and play the

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

Poetic

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

Doing to poetry

Poetic, phonetic, genetic,
You it
Those who chose to are foes
And can't grow afros

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

For those of you who just listen
Here's the second you're missin'
like Noah, had you swimmin'
Rap's the of an endin'

Of an era, a reign of
Over like a nova, never
Try to the lie
The truth won't die and why I

A versatile of the Nile
Speak a ghetto style and meanwhile
The reason I relate to the
Is pure souls can feel the

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

Poetic

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

Doing to poetry