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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

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

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Look, weak minds stay on weak grinds, until I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im never on picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, 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 errs
Fuck writing class Im in the back putting together nouns and
I could write a verse but writing essays was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled 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 tough leather
Every night another lecture, ready to pull the trigger to detonate
The system say a letter grade is what my fate
Now, all my teachers with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

R-O-T-U, know the sound when I come around (come around)
From that 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
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, when I rap about money and
Im not a rapper (too many of those); Im a leader (not too of those)
Hey Sophia, do you in fate? Because I think were soul mates
Youre the perfect one to talk about when 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 my stomach
I couldnt stomach guns pulled on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So comes, my reign with heavy showers, I dont want to be King
I respect, knowledge and a woman who can level my head
But none of these women fuck with me so let me jot poetry

(Hook)