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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

[Verse 1: Marcus

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

(Hook: Orelias)

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

(Verse 2: Orelias)

I love getting head from but only when the times right
Im biodegradable ever since version point nine
fatal than the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) more stable than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? Roaring 20s taught me; the holiest hearts holes
My creativity 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? Because I think soul mates
Youre the perfect one to talk when them other cats mention dates
Speaking of dates, graduations around the way, I not see stage
I got a lot on my plate; my eyes are bigger than my stomach
I couldnt stomach getting pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So here comes, my reign heavy showers, I dont want to be King
I want respect, and a woman who can level my head
But none of women fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)