Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

Poetic
What goes around, comes

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

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

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

relievers won't relieve ya
Suicide won't do it
after I cremate you
I'ma you

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

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

Justice

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

Doing to poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poetic

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

justice to poetry

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

As the rhyme flows, the grows
But only those a pure soul knows
The of the beat of the drum
And where it's from

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

Of an era, a of terror
like a nova, never ever
Try to the lie
The truth die and that's why I

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

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

Justice

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

Doing justice to