Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

Poetic
goes around, comes around

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

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

Street, sleep but you dream
Awaken, achin', Codeine
Now tryin' to O.D.
'Cause you want none of Moe Dee

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

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

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

Poetic

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

justice to poetry

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

from the brain to the pen
And alive when the thought transcends
From the pen to the and paper 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 the weight
The too deep and he sleeps awake

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

Records for the pop [unverified]
The pop jocks, don't play
In an intent to hold rap
They stop the and play the wack

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

Poetic

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

Doing justice to

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

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

For of you who just don't listen
Here's the second boat you're
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 child of the Nile
Speak a ghetto style and meanwhile
The reason I to the youth
Is souls can feel the truth

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

Justice

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

justice to poetry