Luyện nghe bài hát Positive Balance

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

[Verse 1 - Big
Pound for
I'm the most positive when I mine
The Zoo on like a plus sign
Addition, the key in the ignition
no pause, I propel 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 headed for the gold mine (look out, look out)
And I'm positive as Showtime
I make negative MC's styles in no time
They teams, rhyme about kings and queens
of how they sellin' work to fiends
Then I, switch thugs soldiers
Those that have up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!)
The rap Ice Age is
And positivity protects the Z boulder

- Immortal Technique w/ Big Zoo ad-libs]
Yeah, you how it goes, positivity, yeah
My opinion is ground but your a common hater
Splitting and dividing on like a denominator
Third-eye navigator movements are
Everything you see in is secondary
You need positivity you need respect in jail
Because balance you'll be making negative record sales
Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, this

[Verse 2 - Immortal
I jerk off inside and give life to words
Leaving concepts stuck you probably never heard (what?)
I love when people I'm psychologically disturbed
Cause it means I overloaded their neurological
try to serve me with disgusting incompetence
But I keep it positive with ultimate
Meditating with Americans close to Providence
I speak to the spirits of at pow-wows
But rumor has it you getting raped like Lil' Bow Wow
Now listen motherfuckers, don't get offended
Remember, that bring an end to your pretender agenda
And contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?)
And put your soul in a
You living a lie thinking Jesus was born in December
Instead of catering to labels, something gotta
I'll rip the electrons out your body and make you
I seen a lot of kids come and go marketing gimmicks
Because balance, you don't 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, you stuck in the village
I wanted to spit on the radio I was eleven
But I can't afford the for Hot 97's
So I make paper underground, and I'm to blow
tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios
[Biggie - Hypnotize