Luyện nghe bài hát Positive Balance

Big Zoo, uh
Technique, uh
balances, uh, uh

[Verse 1 - Big
Pound for
I'm the most when I bust mine
The Zoo adds on like a plus
Addition, that's the key in the
With no pause, I propel to position (Vroom!)
Ahead of the pack, years ahead of the wack
I give a fiend a Good Book, of the crack
the gold mine, negativity can't hold mine
The black bear's headed for the gold (look out, look out)
And I'm positive as Showtime
I make negative MC's switch in no time
They change teams, rhyme kings and queens
Instead of how they work to fiends
Then I, switch thugs into
Those that have given up on God to J Hova (Damn!)
The rap Ice Age is
And positivity protects the Z boulder

[Chorus - Immortal Technique w/ Big Zoo
Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity,
My opinion is solid ground but a common hater
Splitting and on numbers like a denominator
Third-eye movements are necessary
Everything you see in is secondary
You need positivity you need respect in jail
Because without you'll be making negative record sales
Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like

2 - Immortal Technique]
I jerk off inside books and give to words
Leaving concepts together you probably never heard (what?)
I love when people I'm psychologically disturbed
Cause it means I overloaded their nerves
Rappers try to serve me with disgusting
But I it positive with ultimate dominance
with Native Americans close to Providence
I to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows
But rumor has it you getting raped like Lil' Bow Wow
Now listen industry motherfuckers, don't get
Remember, that bring an end to your pretender agenda
And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of (what? what?)
And put your in a blender
You living a lie like Jesus was born in December
of catering to labels, something gotta give
I'll rip the electrons out your body and make you
I seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing
Because without balance, you last more than a minute
This ain't a game, beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage
I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you stuck in the
I wanted to spit on the radio I was eleven
But I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot
So I make paper underground, and I'm to blow
tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios
[Biggie - Hypnotize