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 is here
The for Marcus Orelias is near, ladies and gentlemen
Lend us your ears (Marcus Orelias, come me or get left)

[Verse 1: Marcus

Look, weak minds stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im never on picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the type
My routine riding 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 writing Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a verse but writing those was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I studied for.
Rain will pour never cry, through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you that tough leather
Every night another lecture, ready to pull the trigger about to
The system say a letter is what determines my fate
Now, all my stuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

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

(Verse 2: Orelias)

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

(Hook)