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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

1: Marcus Orelias]

Look, weak stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U until I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im never on time; stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit I wasnt the sterio type
My routine consist riding shotgun to my epitome, no in the fridge
Stomachs on E, me a pen and pad to gas these emcees
of soul from body, had me making errs
Fuck class Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a verse but writing essays was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass I never studied for.
Rain will never cry, pilot through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you that tough leather
Every night lecture, ready to pull the trigger about to detonate
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 when I around (come around)
From Rebel Of The Underground (wassup)
Rebel, rebel, rebel of the
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 point
fatal than the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) more stable than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? Roaring 20s taught me; the holiest hearts have
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 Because I think were soul mates
Youre the perfect one to talk about when them cats mention dates
Speaking of dates, 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 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 level my
But none of women fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)