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, around

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

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

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

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

Bring you back for 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 to crush this
like the truth, poetic justice

Poetic

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

justice to poetry

This is a flurry, a fist of
A rhyme so fast that it has to
Your vision, don't wink, blink or stop to
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 tape to wax and to the tape

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

The need a double dose
'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, play this
In an intent to hold rap
stop the hard and play the wack

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

Justice

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

Doing justice to

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

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

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

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

A child of the Nile
with 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 just it 'cause hip-hop is
From our and you can't touch this
This is our ancestors' justice

Justice

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

justice to poetry