Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Ladies and
There are seven acknowledge wonders of the
You are about to witness the

Poetic
What goes around, comes

Stop, look, listen,
Play with fire and get burned
You think you want some but you want none
A fight on the mic, you want one

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

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

Pain relievers relieve ya
Suicide do it either
Even after I you
reincarnate you

Bring you back for another
Just to put you back in the
Over and over
is it over, it ends

When I die but I won't die, try
Rhyme forever, huh, why I
Crush tries to crush this
Hurt the truth, poetic justice

Poetic

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

Doing to poetry

This is a flurry, a of fury
A rhyme so fast it has to blurry
Your vision, wink, blink or stop to think
Or you might the next rhyme, ink

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

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

The need a double dose
'Cause Moe Dee don't rhyme like most
Simplified or out of the norm
But I simplify as I'm to

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

They play the weak 'cause the weak speak
But just makes a fan go seek
A station they know will bust this
Poetic
(Who's on the radio)

Justice

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

Doing to poetry

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

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

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, ever
Try to the lie
The truth won't die and why I

A versatile child of the
with a ghetto style and meanwhile
The I relate to the youth
Is souls can feel the truth

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

Poetic

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

Doing to poetry