Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

Poetic
goes around, comes around

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

I turn the on, proceed to beat on
Any sap who think he's 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', takin'
Now tryin' to O.D.
'Cause you don't want of Moe Dee

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

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

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

Justice

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

justice to poetry

This is a flurry, a fist of
A rhyme so that 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 alive when the thought transcends
From the pen to the paper and 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 deep and he awake

The comatose a double dose
'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme most
Simplified rhymes or out of the
But I simplify as I'm to

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

They play the '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

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

Doing justice to

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

As the flows, the spirit grows
But only those with a pure knows
The relevance of the of the drum
And where comin' from

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

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

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

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

Justice

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

Doing to poetry