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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

[Verse 1: Marcus

Look, weak minds stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U I get mine
The on my wrist says Im never on time; picture stereotypes
Of rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the sterio type
My routine consist riding to my epitome, no food in the fridge
Stomachs on E, hand me a pen and pad to gas emcees
Separation of soul from body, had me making
Fuck writing class Im in the back putting together nouns and
I could write a but writing those essays was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me test I never studied for.
Rain will pour never cry, pilot the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you know that leather
Every night another lecture, ready to pull the 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)
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 Sophia but only when the times right
Im biodegradable ever since version point nine
More fatal than the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) more than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? Roaring 20s taught me; the holiest hearts holes
My creativity goes down the drain, I rap about money and hoes
Im not a rapper (too many of those); Im a (not too many of those)
Hey Sophia, do you believe in fate? Because I think were mates
Youre the one to talk 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 are bigger than my stomach
I couldnt stomach guns getting pulled on us. It was a in disguise
So here comes, my reign heavy showers, I dont want to be King
I want respect, knowledge and a who can level my head
But none of these women fuck me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)