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

[Verse 1: Marcus

Look, minds stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U until I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im on time; picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I 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 from body, had me errs
Fuck writing Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a 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 pour never cry, pilot through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you that tough leather
Every 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, they know the sound when I come (come around)
that Rebel Of The Underground (wassup)
Rebel, rebel, rebel of the
Rebel, rebel, hes the of the underground (x2)

(Verse 2: Orelias)

I love getting head 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 feel me? Roaring 20s taught me; the holiest hearts holes
My creativity goes the drain, when I rap about money and hoes
Im not a (too many of those); Im a leader (not too many of those)
Hey Sophia, do you believe in fate? I think were soul mates
Youre the perfect one to 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 than my
I couldnt stomach getting pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So here comes, my reign with heavy showers, I dont to be King
I want respect, knowledge and a who can level my head
But none of these fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)