Luyện nghe bài hát Positive Balance

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

[Verse 1 - Big
for pound
I'm the most positive when I mine
The Zoo adds on a plus sign
Addition, that's the key in the
With no pause, I to pole position (Vroom!)
Ahead of the pack, light years of the wack
I give a fiend a Good Book, instead of the
That's the gold mine, negativity hold mine
The black bear's for the gold mine (look out, look out)
And then I'm positive as
I make negative switch styles in no time
They change teams, rhyme kings and queens
Instead of how they sellin' to fiends
I, switch thugs into soldiers
Those have given up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!)
The rap Ice Age is
And positivity protects the Z boulder

[Chorus - Immortal w/ Big Zoo ad-libs]
Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity,
My opinion is solid but your a common hater
Splitting and dividing on like a denominator
navigator movements are necessary
Everything you see in videos is
You positivity like you need respect in jail
Because without balance be making negative record sales
Neg-neg-negative sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like this

2 - Immortal Technique]
I off inside books and give life to words
concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?)
I love people think I'm psychologically disturbed
Cause it means I overloaded their neurological
Rappers try to serve me with incompetence
But I keep it positive with dominance
Meditating with Native close to Providence
I speak to the spirits of ancestors at
But rumor has it you getting raped like Lil' Bow Wow
Now listen motherfuckers, don't get offended
Remember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender
And contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?)
And put your in a blender
You living a lie thinking Jesus was born in December
Instead of catering to labels, something gotta
I'll rip the out your body and make you positive
I seen a lot of kids and go with marketing gimmicks
Because without balance, you don't last more than a
ain't a game, I'll beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage
I rock shows in the ghetto, you stuck in the village
I wanted to spit on the radio I was eleven
But I can't the pay-ola for Hot 97's
So I make underground, and I'm soon to blow
tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios
[Biggie - Hypnotize