Luyện nghe bài hát R·o·t·u· (rebel Of The Underground)

(Intro: Antlionnn)

To the people of the
When the modes of the change, walls of the city crumble.
Welcome to a new era, the underground is
The time for Marcus Orelias is near, and gentlemen
Lend us your (Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Look, weak minds stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U until I get
The clock on my says Im never on time; picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the sterio
My routine consist shotgun to my epitome, no food in the fridge
on E, hand me a pen and pad to gas these emcees
Separation of soul from body, had me errs
Fuck class Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a but writing those essays was for the birds
I learned a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I never studied for.
Rain will never cry, pilot through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you know that tough
Every night lecture, ready to pull the trigger about to detonate
The system say a grade is what determines my fate
Now, all my teachers stuck me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

R-O-T-U, they know the sound when I come (come around)
that Rebel Of The Underground (wassup)
Rebel, rebel, rebel of the
Rebel, rebel, hes the rebel of the (x2)

(Verse 2: Orelias)

I love head from Sophia but only when the times right
Im biodegradable ever since version point nine
More fatal than the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) stable than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? Roaring 20s me; the holiest hearts have holes
My goes down the drain, when I rap about money and hoes
Im not a rapper (too of those); Im a leader (not too many of those)
Hey Sophia, do you believe in fate? I think were soul mates
the perfect one to talk about when them other cats mention dates
Speaking of dates, around the way, I might not see stage
I got a lot on my plate; guess my eyes are bigger my stomach
I stomach guns getting pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So here comes, my reign with heavy showers, I dont to be King
I respect, knowledge and a woman who can level my head
But none of women fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)