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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

[Verse 1: Marcus

Look, weak minds on weak grinds, R-O-T-U until I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im never on picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the type
My consist riding shotgun to my epitome, no food in the fridge
Stomachs on E, me a pen and pad to gas these emcees
of soul from body, had me making errs
Fuck writing Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a verse but writing those was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I 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 pull the trigger to detonate
The say a letter grade is what determines my fate
Now, all my teachers with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

R-O-T-U, they know the sound when I around (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 from Sophia but only when the right
Im biodegradable ever since version nine nine
More fatal than the perfect symmetry, (my delivery) more stable than last weeks
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 fate? I think were soul mates
Youre the one to talk about when them other cats mention dates
Speaking of dates, graduations around the way, I might not see
I got a lot on my plate; guess my eyes are bigger my stomach
I couldnt stomach getting pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So comes, my reign with heavy showers, I dont want to be King
I want respect, knowledge and a woman who can my head
But none of these women fuck with me so let me jot poetry

(Hook)