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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

To the of the world
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 ears (Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left)

1: Marcus Orelias]

Look, weak minds on weak 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 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 making
Fuck writing Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I write a verse but writing those essays was for the birds
I learned lifes a filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I never studied for.
Rain will pour never cry, through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you know that 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 stuck with me so let me jot this

(Hook: Orelias)

R-O-T-U, they know the when I come around (come around)
that 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 but only when the times right
Im biodegradable ever since version nine nine
More fatal the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) more stable than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? Roaring 20s taught me; the holiest hearts holes
My creativity goes down the drain, when I rap about 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 were soul mates
Youre the perfect one to talk about when them cats mention dates
of dates, graduations around the way, I might not see stage
I got a lot on my plate; guess my are bigger than my stomach
I couldnt stomach guns pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So here comes, my reign with showers, I dont want to be King
I respect, knowledge and a woman who can level my head
But none of these fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)