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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

[Verse 1: Orelias]

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

(Hook: Orelias)

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

(Verse 2: Orelias)

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

(Hook)